Scout and Sport followed me out to the creek later on the next evening at sunlight. I sat by the headstone where Lafayette was laid to rest, and stared out at the water ahead of me. Once the sunlight disappeared, I turned and dug up some of the soil with my hands, to the left of his grave.
The snapdragon seeds would only take a few weeks to bloom. I smiled for just a second as I buried them, then laid on my back over them. The moon was full that night.
I almost felt like he was there beside me when I closed my eyes. Warm, a little damp from getting out of the water. Safe. I knew it was just my dogs, but it didn't hurt to pretend. A cool breeze blew through my hair, which I had finally let be my natural brown color. So much had changed. But I hadn't. Inside, I was still the same broken soul I'd always been, ever since James died. I opened my eyes to get his face out of my head.
I realized as I laid in the moonlight that here was where I was supposed to be, for certain. And that hurt, but it was a relief at the same time to know I had a place.
That place was here, where nobody could hurt me again, where I wouldn't have to be lonely, where I was safe.
Where I was okay.
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Nausea: Sequel to Warcrossed
FanfictionAfter the death of his boyfriend, brother, and a little girl, John seeks to find answers as to why they died from using something completely harmless to everyone else. With the help of a small group of people, he works through his grief and tries to...
