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its been a year, A year since Grians death and Scar still hasn't really recovered. Losing someone that close to you making you feel that gap in your chest. Scar carries the grieve with him daily.
If only Scar could've saved him.
its a dark fall evening the clouds cover the sky and you can feel a light chill breeze coming trough thin jackets. the only light present created by the lanterns on the street, some malfunctioning and flickering. The city should really spend some time fixing that.
fall leaves crunch as Scar steps on them Grian always liked the sound so each time Scar makes sure to step on it, to honour Grian in a way. He is on a path on the higher part of town its quit next to the occasional car driving by. The park on his left, not a soul to be seem. Which considering the weather was surprisingly empty.
Scar went to the graveyard, he visited every month on the date he died. every time it was the twenty third, Scar went to Grians grave. Scar gave him flowers told him about life and how the seasons where changing.
it was nice, talking to Grian. Scar wishes he could hear Grian talking back. Something he never thought he would have to miss this soon.
The graveyard was empty the gate squeaked as Scar opened it, The dead tree creaking as the wind softly blows it. Walking on the stone path Scar knew his way around and it didn't take long for him to find Grians grave.
the Grave had one Crow resting on it. It wasn't scared of Scar and just sat there each time he visited. The way it moved reminded Scar of Grian , he enjoyed the creatures presence.
'hey Gri. How are you? i recently got a new job at the vet on the west side. I think you would be proud of me. Its been a year, Strange thing to say don't ya think?' A short silence.' I still wish it didn't happen, i wish i stopped you from going on that walk. That i noticed what was going on"
Scar lays down the poppies and lilacs he bought for Grian, cleaning up some dirt from the grave and just sitting there for who knows how long.
Its getting colder but Scar cant get himself to leave. His body aches to move but scar doesn't want to go.
He cant leave Grian, Grian left him already he cant do it too.
He had to he wanted to stay by his side forever. Like how it was meant to be, them together not this.
The keeper of the cemetery and Scars good friend Cleo approached him. Their steps firm but with a slight unnerving feeling, The gravel being a strange kind of quiet.
'Hey Scar, how are you doing ?
'wow, Cleo do i look that bad?" Scar let out a light huff not even trying to hide his teary eyes.
'to be honest you do not look quite well. Can i do anything you?"
'Its okay Cleo truly i just," a sad sigh escaped the mans mouth 'I miss him, So much, I- I wish he told me what was going on, i wish i helped him. Sometimes i just see him sitting beside me on the chair, I see his ghost. Every time reminding me of-"
Scar cant take it anymore tears flowing out of his eyes, the world is blurry.
'Come here," Cleo opens their arms to give Scar a hug, he gratefully accepts it. Cleo isn't the most physically affectionate but her hugs are always ones with love.
'its-its a hard thing you know? Death is a hard thing to deal with. But you don't have to do it alone you know, Your friends are here for you and we, we care a lot."
Sniffling trough his words Scar manages to speak again.
'thanks Cleo, Do i really have to go home? I just- today is a hard day."
'You can come to mine, i still have some mattresses from the sleepover."
'Yeah, yeah I would like that Cleo, thank you."
those who listened could hear a soft i love you whispered in the air by nothing but the wind and their love.