I looked through the crowd, I could see sparkling tears on everyone's faces. Everyone's but mine.
Of course I was sad he died, he was the love of my life. But yet, the emotion was buried somewhere inside and I couldn't seem to let it out. It was like a ticking bomb, waiting to explode. At one point I thought I would just breakdown, but no. It wouldn't.
Everyone thinks I'm some kind of an insane person- or some blank piece of paper. That I didn't cars about him, about anybody. I stood by the silent grave, staring as his ashes were sprinkled in. A few escaped into the wind.
I can still remember watching him being burnt into violent flames. The burning rage licking his body, caressing him into ashes. It all looked friendly in a way. But in a way deadly.
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