Two weeks later...
It was midnight, and I was pacing the graveyard near where I'd met him. His name was fuzzy, I knew it had began with a K, but it had been unusual, and there were so many things it could have been. His face, however, was as clear in my memory as it had been for the moment I had glimpsed it. The only aspect I wasn't sure of were his eyes, they were so mysterious...
It had been a week since I'd seen him when I'd started coming to the same spot every night, hoping to bump into him. It was probably a bad idea, he'd been so hostile towards me before, but...I was curious, no, more than that. I was fascinated by him, by the atmosphere he gave off. I wanted to learn more about him. At the very least, I wanted to know why my comment had caused so much pain, and who's grave he'd left the rose at.
"Oh. It's you again." My efforts were finally rewarded, a familiar hostile voice came from the darkness.
"Yeah." I tried to keep my voice cool and even, although inside I was prickling with excitement. I wasn't even sure why... maybe it was because I could see how different he was from me without even knowing him, it made me curious.
"So, Vic..." He leaned against the wall, those exotic eyes flicking from me to the grave I knew he'd come here to visit.
"You remembered my name, you can't hate me that much." I just hoped to God he wouldn't turn on me again, I didn't want a repeat of last time. Maybe I could make some progress here.
"No, I guess I don't. Hate is a strong word. Dislike is more fitting." He turned away. "My name's Kellin by the way, I can tell you've forgotten.. Nice of you."
Kellin walked towards his grave and left me standing there.
Why was I being so cruel? I couldn't remember being so impolite so anybody, except... I promised myself I wouldn't think about that. I sat down on the cool earth beside his grave and rested my head on the stone, the cold was a stark relief. I didn't realise I was crying again until I brought my hand to my eye, surprised when it came back wet.
There were footsteps behind me and Vic kneeled down beside me, hand on my shoulder.
"Kellin? I know I'm not a friend, but I don't want to be an enemy either. I know you're hurting and I have no right to interfere, but..."
He staggered as I hugged him tightly.
"You remind me of him." I whispered into his shirt, and I was sobbing yet again. Damn, I needed to get some control...
"Him?" Vic's arms slowly closed around me, I could almost hear the awkwardness.
After a moment he pulled me off him and sat me down on a low wall. Almost instantly I started speaking, pouring my heart out to the stranger I didn't even know. "My...my boyfriend." I mumbled. "I loved him for years, but I only had the courage to ask him out three months ago...and he accepted..." I buried my face in my hands. "We had two days together, two days, and then his father found out, and...beat him unconscious...I carried him into hospital myself, I stood by his bedside for twenty four hours, but he...he never woke up."
I wasn't crying anymore; I just felt numb. I hadn't spoken about it to anyone, nobody knew the true story except myself. I'd told my family a close friend had died in a car accident... I was going to come out to them the very night he was beaten, and I was too scared to face t after that. I deserved what he got, no, I deserved much, much worse...
"Wow...Kellin...I'm really sorry." Vic breathed, eyes wide. I couldn't look at him. I'd broken down in front of him twice, embraced him and told him what I could tell nobody else...and I didn't even know any more than his name. This was wrong.
"I...I have to go." I mumbled, and was gone before he could say anything else.