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// un//seven 
// Story: falling//in reverse 
// by The Red Parade 
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The easy spring breeze cut in between the tombstones and cold gray statues like a firefly in the summer air, dodging in between bouquets and cast iron fences freely.

Soarin was alone in the graveyard, although he didn’t seem to notice. He stood stock still in front of a grave, eyes locked on the name in front of him. 

He blinked, but the name didn’t change. He wished it would. 

Glancing up at the sky briefly, Soarin chewed his lip in thought. His eyes drifted back down, to the bouquet of roses that sat in front of the headstone, like an offering to a ghost. 

Soarin felt tired. But above all he felt an uneasy numbness building inside of his body. A part of him wanted to cry, because then he’d feel something. But the other part knew that he had no tears left to give, and his heart wouldn’t break any more than it already had.

He shifted on his hooves and sighed quietly. A gust of wind passed through the graveyard unnoticed by him, and a few leaves danced through the air past him.

“I…” His voice cracked, because he wasn’t quite sure if he was ready to speak. Soarin shook his head and cleared his throat before starting again. “I miss you.”

The sun began to sink over the horizon, creating an orange streak against a purple sky. The colors were vibrant today, and they pulled and tugged at his heart. 

He looked up at the gravestone again. It stared back at him.