To Climb a Mountain

Yami's POV

You were buried under a willow tree on the top of a hill. It was December, and the wind blew in cold from the river. It was a fanged cold, daggered and beautiful. Somehow, it was right that the weather was so cold that day. Somehow, it was right.

Now it's May. The flowers are blooming, the birds are singing and the bubbling breeze carries the hope of summer. I haven't visited you since you were buried. I was scared, scared to think about you. It was my fault that you died after all. Honestly, I'm surprised that any of my old friends talk to me, but most of them do. Joey stopped talking to me for a while, but he's opened back up to me recently, witch has been a blessing. Tristan is distant now, but he is always cordial and kind to me. Téa still tries to treat me the same as before, but I know she's hurting. I can see it in the way her eyes cloud up when she says your name. Seto's never really forgiven me for the pain I put them all through. I'm glad at least someone hates me. The kindness of my friends is devastating. I hurt them in an indescribable way and I will never forgive myself. I will never forgive myself for killing you. Your jii-chan has told me that I must come to terms with it and move on, but I'll never come to terms with it. I killed you. This is my fault. But I'm here, for the first time in five months. For the first time in five months.

I brought camellias. You said they were your favorite flower. I remember when you first told me how much you liked flowers. We were walking in the park and you saw the tulips. You stopped to admire them, commenting about how lovely all the colors were, and how you wished you could grow your own garden. You said the red and white ones were your favorites because they were such different colors. I guess it's fitting that red and white ones cover your grave. You loved those colors.

It's pretty up here, with the willow streaming in the wind. You can see the edge of the cemetery and the quiet little street that runs by it. There are a few people laying flowers on graves, but they don't see me. It's peaceful.

Is this what Jii-chan meant by moving on? To be able to think about you without crying? I'm coping, I guess. It still digs daggers into me, but I'm coping. Maybe that's all I need.

A/N: Sorry it took so long for an update. I lost my writing journal and had to remember all this without any prompts. It was bothersome. It's kinda sad. I wrote it around the time when my dog died so I was rather glum. R&R please!