xX Letter 2 God Xx

He would stand in that same exact spot everyday, and it seemed like he would turn to stone. I waited for the gray gravel to concieve his body to make a statue of his figure. Hands in his pocket, eyes strictly concentrated on the water, hair slightly blowing in the breeze. Everyday, when he would stand there looking into the water, all he would think about was who he lost. Sometimes when I watched him I'd see a lone tear fall out of his eye. It was rare though, like the tear would hold on to his eyelid...like the memories would hold onto his mind. When the tear fell, the memory was released.

When the tide rose and the sun set, Mark would finally come in from his one spot. He would come in and go upstairs into his bedroom and lock the door. We all would worry that he would take his life soon unless we watched over him. I would hear him cry every night through the thin wooden wall, murmuring "his" name. It made me shed a few tears too, because after losing one of my best friends I couldn't cry. Mark would make me cry.

I woke up one morning only to find Mark again at his spot, staring into the water. I would usually sit there and watch him, waiting for that lone tear to make it's appearance again. This time, I walked outside and sat down next to his legs. He remained standing, keeping that same glare through his sunglasses that he did everyday. I stared out into the sea too, trying to figure out what he saw that reminded him of Tom. I looked up at him. He must have sensed it because he sat down next to me. I put a comforting hand on his shoulder, and again that lone tear made an appearance. Another memory was released in his mind, and another tear fell. Another memory.

He was crying silently, except for the soft sniffling every couple of minutes. He finally let out a deep breath which transformed into a sob, making him throw his head down into his hands. I moved closer, watching the memories fall from his eyes.

That night he cried harder than ever in his room, screaming out Tom any chance he recieved when his crying wasn't choking him. I lay there that night, thinking about how Tom would have handled it. If Tom heard Mark crying, he would have left his room--his comfortable bed with his beautiful wife and the bassinette that held his baby just to see what was bothering Mark. He would venture down the hall and command Mark to open the door as friendly as he could. Tom would have held Mark until he stopped crying and would have made him tell him what was wrong and why it was making him shed tears. I would sit near the wall these nights, hearing them whisper to each other and to hear the silence that would break over the room.

One night I saw something I shouldn't have, a kiss between my two best friends that shocked me more than it shocked Tom. "Mark I can't..." He said to him, standing off the bed. Mark begged for him to stay, but Tom couldn't bring himself to do that. Tom left the room that night and headed back into his bedroom, leaving a heartbroken Mark to cry off his rejection.

Tom left the next morning to take a walk down at the beach. He said he had to think things over. He never came back. Down on the beach, Tom had been standing up one of the large boulders near the water. When Tom stood up, he fell and hit his head, and his unconcious body fell into the water. He drowned that day, and his wife didn't find him until six hours later. We heard her scream from all the way up at the lighthouse we owned, and everyone had run down there just as it began to rain.

Jen and Ava, Tom's wife and daughter went to live with Tom's younger sister in northern California. We were left here only to look down to the ocean where the sea had taken Tom's life. The funeral was horrific, every one of us giving a eulogy at the podium in front of Tom's casket. The only thing you could feel when you were up there was Tom...like he was watching you, listening to every word you said. When I arrived up at the podium, I didn't know what to say. I loved Tom to dea.....I loved Tom.

Mark still cried everyday though, whimpering out that one name which haunted us all. One sad thing I never told anyone though was about the note Tom left me before he left that morning. He said when he came back that he was going to tell Mark he loved him. Sadly he never got that chance.

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--xXLetter2GodXx (or Megan if you wish)

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