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[minecraf-tiem-bby]

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Clutching flowers, a boquet of Orchids and purple Hyacinth specifically, within his gloved hand, Sky swallowed the lump in his throat, hesitating in front of two weeping willow trees, before he continued on. He heard leaved and twigs crunch under his red boots as he went forward, memories filling his head no matter where he looked. Echoes of giggles and laughter long since silenced. Two little boys were who they had belonged to, running through the leaves of the trees, and climbing up to pick from the apple trees further down the path.

Despite those times having been so many years ago, Sky could still recall the taste of the freshly picked apples, the scent of the bark after it had rained and they went splashing in the mud. The smell of the snow, and the saddness when they realized there would be no more sweet and crisp apples until the next Spring came. And Sky could still remember their last spring here, which neither of them had known that it would be.

With each step forward, it felt like it got harder to move, guilt weighing heavy on his chest and in his bones. It felt like he was trudging his feet through the muck of a battleground stained with blood. And that's honestly what he thought it felt like.

Despite the fact he only looked straight forward, he could still see rusted and broken remnants of a childhood Treehouse out of the corner of his eye, a rope ladder long since decayed, and a tire swing long since abandoned with a few rotting planks laying up against a pile of bramches that no longer had any use. Blinking the tears out of his purple eyes, he looked up to see that the sky was such a clear, pretty blue. The kind of sky you wouldn't mind taking nap in under the shade of a tree as it turned into dusk.

There was not a whole lot aside from memories here. Memories that had turned sour like milk left out too long. Only difference was that the memories were sour woth the distinct, rotting taste of death that ruined any beautiful thing it came into contact with, turning it bitter and hurtful to contact with. It truly was such a pity. This little grove where he now walked, had been such a pretty place. Now it was nothing but a place of regret and forgotten friendly faces.

Sky could feel the emotions weighing heavy on his heart as he got closer to the end of the path, where a crystal blue lake sat, fed by the shimmering river that came from the north. He could still remember how refreshing it felt to cannonball into the cool waters on a hot summer day, laughing as they splashed eachother and launched off a tree to see who could make a bigger splash within the waters.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Sky turned away from the beautiful waters of the lake, to where a life sized statue stood upon it's pedestal, face forever in the kind smile with dimples that he had last seen on it's last wheezing breath. Pastel blue eyes permanently closed. Arms crossed in front of it's chest, one hand that clasped a golden and citrine quartz amulet and the other with it's palm face up. Standing straight up, but with big wings sprouting from it's back, and a plaque made of gold adorned with Silver that read 'Here lies Harving Osiris O'Brian. Loving son and brother. Forever in our hearts'

"Still such a cheesy thing, eh?" Sky murmured, seemingly talking to the statue as he placed the flowers in the statue's open palm.

"Still can't believe you slipped in right under me" he gave a dry laugh, sitting on the slightly damp grass, "Wish you would've at least approached me... First and last time I see you in ten fucking years.. And it's you bleeding your guts out while apologizing... Fuckin' hell, Harv..."

Sky rubbed a hand across his tured face. His eyebags were prominent and stubble scratchy, while he stared up at the statue of his younger brother.

"But I do just wish that you were still here with me.. If not within the recruits, then somehwere else.. Living your life.. It would've been better than.. Than bring just one more causality size feet below ground" Sky's voice began to break the more he talked, tears threatening at his eyes.

"I-I-I-I.. I should've protected you.. I-I-I should've been a better brother, and a better son to Ma.. I-I should've tried harder to save you I should've done so much fucking more but I didn't and- and NOW?? YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD. I CANT FUCKING HUG YOU OR TELL YOU HOE FUCKING SORRY I AM THAT YOU FELT THAT THE ONLT WAY TO SEE ME AGAIN WAS TO BECOMR A FUCKING RECRUIT GOD DAMMIT HARVING!!! THERE WAS OTHER FUCKING WAYS!! AND NOW THE-THERE ISNT SHIT I CAN DO BECAUSE YOU AREN'T FUCKING ALIVE ANYMORE! IT HURTS SO FUXKING MUCH TO EVEN THINK ABOUT YOUR BIRTHDAY OR YOUR DEATHDAY! IF ONLY I HAD LOOKED A LITTLE CLOSER, PAYED MORE ATTENTION, BEEN A BETTER FUCKING PERSON YOU WOULDN'T BE GONE RIGHT NOW AND I'D ACTUALLY ABLE TO HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS PROPERLY AGAIN!! YOU COULD'VE BEEN SO FUCKING MUCH MORE THAN A CORPSE!!" He couldn't stop his tears or his yelling, blaming himself over everything as he punched the ground, grass and dirt going flying while his voice echoed throughout the forest.

"But... But I couldn't even protect my own brother... How the fuck am I supposed to protect an army...?"