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You understand the stages of grief
You've gone through them
And
You've come out of it
Grief is no longer a part of your life
You've accepted
No more believing you'll get a phone call
Or wake up, learning it was all a dream
Brought on by your fears
You'll open your eyes
You'll see them again, sitting there
In your dreams, when you have them
When they aren't guilt fueled nightmares
You see them on the beach
Sitting, waiting for you
And
You'll sit, next to them
They'll smile
And you will too
Verbal communication is beneath the both of you
All you need to do is look
And understand
Then
You wake up
You find your face wet, your eyes red
You understand the stages of grief
And you know you must of gone through them
Because you
You aren't in denial
You know they're are dead
You saw the news
These
These dreams
Are just another stage of grief
You will get over it
You will.
You're back, at the house
How long has it been since you were away?
The rotten food in the fridge says for too long
You clear it out and clean up the place
You, in fact, spend the whole day cleaning
As if you were distracting yourself
But
What from?
You're fine.
You can't stand to look at the ocean, for some reason
It's been a few days
You wake up
Eat.
Walk around town.
Back home at dark.
And repeat
The townsfolk try to say things to you
But it's just white noise
But
You're perfectly fine.
You never forgot what they're favorite flower was
Lotus.
You can't remember when the conversation was brought up
You don't need to
You remember that day
They gave you a necklace, even know you insisted you weren't the type
A small lotus flower, trapped in resin.
They placed it in your hands and firmly clamped your hands shut with theirs
You remember what they told you it represented
Self-regeneration.
Your physical form could regenerate
Simple reforming
Repairing where it is needed
Your physical form changes or disappears on a whim
But
You can only control what is physical.
You cannot change your emotions
Mold them to how you see fit
Or
You're not good at it, not now, at least
You wish you could
It would have made things so much
No
You can't think of that
Using your powers purely to benefit yourself
It's stupid.
Rebirth.
Your feet carry you to the ocean
The first time you've looked at since getting back
The sun is setting
It's beautiful
For a split second
You have a vision
Them
They rise out of the water
They're back.
You apologize
You
You're sorry
So
So
So
Sorry.
They forgive you, you hug
They're reborn.
Brought back by the sun's setting rays and the ocean
Then
It's gone
And you're on your knees
You can barely breath, the sobs force themselves out of your body
You can't stop
You can feel the necklace slip out from under your shirt as you lean foward on the sand
Even know your eyes are closed, you find it.
For a second you want to rip it off, throw it in the ocean
But
Instead
You hold it, tight.
You cry.
Morning comes eventually.
You wake up to your clothes soaking wet
You're surrounded by the ocean
The waves lap gently against your face
You cried yourself to sleep, passing out in the beach
You stand up, brushing off your clothes
The necklace is still there
You look out to the ocean
It looks so much different in the morning rays
You feel emotions you can't quite pin a name on
You wipe your eyes
You head back inside the house
You can look at the ocean now
It's beautiful
Almost as much as they were.