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Watching Rain Drops.
By --->alysha

 



        
I watched the raindrops bounce off your casket, feeling those same drops on myself. It's funny, but
I couldn't really hear what the preacher was saying, it was distant and somewhat jumbled together. I
look around and see people crying. I stare at them, not telling the difference between the rain and
tears. But Zack, I can't cry anymore. Those words that you said to me so long ago keep running
through my mind.

Hey Aiden, don't you cry. It's just a little scrape, I promise. Just remember that I'll always be
here to make it better. Pinky swear.

But where are you now, Zacky? I'm sure it isn't just a scrape this time. Whatever happened to the
promises we made? All the pinky swears?
        
The minister calls my name and I take my place at the front of your casket. I look down at your
face, pale and sullen. I bite my lip and lay the roses next you, along with the baseball glove you
gave to me when we were 8. My lungs relaxed as I move to the front of the crowd, standing next to
the preacher. I breathed deeply and cleared my throat.
``As most of you know, we are all brought to together by one very special man. My friend, Zachary
Baker, was a man of many talents. There are a lot of things to say about him and I feel that I do
not need to say these things. For if you are here at Zack's funeral, you already know those things
by heart. One of the things my best friend loved was poetry. So I've decided instead of making a
speech about Zacky, I'd read you a poem instead.'' I cleared my throat again, clutching my paper as
the rain blurred the words.
``When I am gone, release me, let me go. I have so many things to see and do, you mustn't tie
yourself to me with too many tears, but be thankful we had so many good years. I gave you my love,
and you can only guess how much you've given me in happiness. I thank you for the love that you have
shown, but now it is time I traveled on alone. So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must then let
your grief be comforted by trust that it is only for a while that we must part, so treasure the
memories within your heart. I won't be far away for life goes on. And if you need me, call and I
will come. Though you can't see or touch me, I will be near and if you listen with your heart,
you'll hear all my love around you soft and clear and then, when you come this way alone, I'll greet
you with a smile and a "Welcome Home". I looked up from my paper, watching the reactions of the
mourners. My eyes remain dry as I make my way back to my seat. I notice the glances that shoot my
way, glances that wonder why I'm not crying on this sad afternoon. But their words don't hurt me,
nothing hurts me anymore. I feel as though I'm a rock, being weathered by wind and rain but not
penetrable.
        
        
        
        
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They are all gone. Brian, Val, Matt, Jimmy, Johnny, and I stand here, watching them put you in the
ground. The rain has stopped, leaving nothing but the aftermath. There's nothing left for us to do,
yet we continue to watch the devastation become more final. Moments later, all that is left are me
and Brian. He squats to the ground, looking to soil. I kneel down beside him, seeing tears coming
out of his brown orbs. I comfort him, putting my hand on his back and telling him it will be
alright. But Zacky, it isn't going to be ok. I know it won't.
        
        
        
        
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The rain came back. It soaks my windshield as I make my way home from your burial. I looked away
from the road for a minimum of 2 seconds. It happened so fast, Zack. I was almost sure it didn't
happen when they took me to the hospital. I lay on my stretcher, feeling like a human dummy for them
to fix up. The realization came after they tore the necklace you gave me off my neck. It was too
late then, as my eyes closed, I began to feel my spirit come closer to yours. A sudden calm came
over me and I heard a flat line in the distance.
``Time of death: 5: 56 p.m.'' And now I here I stand, in front of you my darling. Maybe this is
eternity. This is the forever you promised me so long ago, Zack.



Just another fic I decided on doing.

I apologize for the drama of it. I was feeling emotional at the time. Hehe



 

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