The Graveyard | Afternoon | Friday | December 17

[therewaslife]

Bod hadn't even thought it possible to feel as badly as he did right now. He had nothing to compare it felt like he was drowning and could do nothing to stop it. The fresh air, something that had helped so many times before, seemed to be too thick and heavy. He'd wrapped himself in a coat and was now just standing stock still in front of one of the many tombstones in the graveyard.

He'd read the epitaph over and over until he'd memorized and until that was all that was going through his head...for about five seconds. Eventually, things from yesterday came back and he closed his eyes to try and block them out. He still firmly believed that he'd been right. He'd been treated awfully and he'd been lied to and cheated on but that didn't help how he felt.

He wished badly for Silas. Or his parents or anyone that might just be able to explain things. It was just him and a graveyard full of ghosts he couldn't see. His eyes watered and he wiped them angrily, attributing it to the cold.

Eventually, he started slowly walking through the aisles with no real aim. He just had to move.

[post is open even if the boy is...sort of devastated]