Tombstone

TOMBSTONE

⎯♡ The sun's rays reach the lime-green grass as the leaves crunch under his licorice sneakers. He unconsciously grips the bouquet as he nears the grave of his beloved friend.

Chelsea and himself had met three years back through a job of his, and since then they were close as childhood friends. Her heart is always in the right place, and you are able to look past her occasional brashness and still care for her. So why?

It had taken him a while after the funeral to bring himself here, just throwing the fact that one of the few friends he had are now gone.

He can feel the unwanted tears slip down his face as he sets down the sentimental bouquet.

He gently settles himself on the patch of grass next to the grave.

"I wish I didn't push you away as much as I did, maybe we would've had more time together. I know she would've wanted it for me," his regrets are pushed to the forefront.

He should have visited more after she moved. So much he wishes he can change, but nevertheless, he remains remorseful.

"I finally met your friend that you talked so much about. What was her name again? Ah, yes Y/n. Very sweet, even to a stranger. I can see why you were friends," he quirks up a smile thinking about the countless times she had mentioned the girl's name.

But thinking of Y/n comes the thought of that boy.

"I met the boy too, they were glued to each other as you said, or rather he was stuck to her. Wherever she was, he knew or was by her side," he remembers how he had watched the boy's strange behavior.

Maybe he is more abnormally clingy than the average person, which isn't something for him to judge.

"But the grip I felt," he trails off as he feels up his wrist, "The possessiveness that rushed through his veins. It surprised me, how similar it felt to watch him do what... never mind I shouldn't be thinking of that."

He sighs getting to the point, trailing his fingers on his beloved friend's name, "I came to tell you that I don't buy it. I don't buy the story of your disappearance. So I made the decision along with her, though she didn't like it, to stay in town a little while longer."

"And I wanted to tell you now, so get mad with me all you'd like. I will be using your friend Y/n for my own means. I need to get close to her to find out what really happened. That guy, H/n, something isn't right about him, I should know."

He stands up dusting off his navy blue slacks as he reaches through his pockets to pull out his cell. He quickly clicks the contact before guiding the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" The voice speaks from the other line.

"Hello, is this Y/n's cell?"

"Uh yes, who is this?"

"Ah yes, this is Ian from the funeral. I was out running some errands, and I was wondering if you'd be open to meeting up. Perhaps a cafe?" Florian gently speaks trying to coax her into a meeting.

"I would love to, but I'm busy today. Does tomorrow work?"

Florian sighs but keeps his tone gentle, "That works, we can set up more details tomorrow."

He clicks for the call to end as he heads back to his vehicle. No matter how it needs to be done, Florian swears he will find out how and why his friend's demise was met.

If it means returning to something he knows better than to embrace, then so be it.