Out of place; inspired by the colab ponyfall

I stood there thinking it over. My mind felt like a wasteland of if. I needed to weigh out the the outcomes. If I do, I show I'm not to be messed with and maybe people will leave me alone. But if I don't, they could always come back. If I do, then I might get lucky and scrape up something from it. If I do, then I might die, and I'll never get to see Twilight again. I walked over to the house and leaned against the wall thinking.

A part of me felt it all the necessary and wanted a sense of vengeance to be fulfilled. It wanted them to pay with their own blood and suffering. But another part of me I just came across tried to push it away. The part that wanted to leave all those things behind and not do something stupid, not ruin what I already had going. I didn't know what to do. Trust what I've always trusted and do what I feel is necessary, or trust what feels right and do something that hopefully wouldn't damage the life I've salvaged and began to enjoy.

I didn't know what to do. A moment to prove myself stood before me. I couldn't help but have the feeling that if it wasn't for Twi I wouldn't even be thinking about this. I looked up to the low hanging sun and felt a piece of remorse move in. I stared unblinking at the orange glow and swallowed a forming lump in my throat. I couldn't decide.

I looked back to Justin. "I...I-I don't...know. I can't decide man."

"I need to know." He pressed on.

"I just...I don't...I...I need some time alright. I need to give this some time."

"Fine." Justin said starting to walk away.

I hurried to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Listen, I don't want either of you to do anything stupid or risky."

"Whatever." He said walking away.

I watched him walk across the street and into his house before I went back into mine. I closed and locked the door behind me and sat back down on the couch with Twi. She nuzzled back against me and looked up curiously.

"What did he want to talk to you about?" She asked.

"Uh nothing. Just about Jeremy in the hospital and stuff." I lied.

"Alright." She said looking back at the tv.

I stared at it blankly, ignoring the show. My mind still went on about it. I really didn't know what to think or do, I felt lost. Almost an hour had passed and it had grown dark outside. I finally snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of Twilight yawning and leaning against me harder. I grabbed the blanket off her and tossed it over my shoulder. I handed her the pillow and wrapped my arms around her tightly and stood from the couch. I slipped out one hand and turned off the tv.

I carried her to the bedroom and set her down on the bed. I went through the house, locking every door and window. I finally got back to the room and closed my bedroom door. The one door I would always leave open. I lied down on the bed with Twi. She held onto me tightly like a security blanket. I moved the pillow back into place and laid my head down on it. Her head rested on my shoulder.

"Somethings wrong, isn't it?" She asked as I pulled the covers over us.

"No. What makes you say that?" I asked looking down to her.

"You look unnerved."

I held an arm around her protectively. "It nothing Twilie."

"I worry about you." She said looking up to me.

"Please don't. It's nothing I want you to be involved with and I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay." She said looking down.

"Twi."

"Yeah." She answered looking back up.

"I want you to know that I love you. I will now and always love you. And if I die that I will die loving you."

She held tighter than ever and I could feel a wetness dampen my shoulder.

"Please don't say things like that." She said sadly.

"Okay." I answered leaning my head against hers.

The grip of my arm tightened around her and closed my eyes. I felt my mind fog a bit and let sleep take me with Twilight beside me.

I was in a grassy field, stone slabs stood in rows. They stretched on before me, a low fog surrounded the place. I could barely see someone on the edge of the fog. I walked through the endless rows taking only minor glances at the worn surfaces of them. I neared the edge of it and saw the person. A young woman stood in front of one of them, a small patch of violets in front of it. She looked down to it with a sad expression, her eyes wet. Twilight.

I stood beside her and looked down at the slab. I couldn't read what it said, dirt and ivy covered most of it. I knelt down to it and pulled down the underbrush and wiped off the dry dirt. My heart sunk as I read the etching on it.

James D. Mink

1986-2012

I looked back to her. She was gone, I was alone. I looked around and saw an old man. He wore a dark suit and his skin was a pale white. He stared at me unblinkingly, his eyes blank.

"What's going on? What is this?!" I asked pointed at it.

He continued to stare silently.

"Who are you?"

He still remained silent.

I looked back to the grave. I clenched my fist and began to tremble in fear. My breathing became ragged and my vision blurred. "Tell me I at least got to say goodbye. Give me that."

He still remained silent.

I dropped down to my knees and stared at the old headstone.

I woke early but simply lied there holding on to Twilight. A tear rolled down my cheek during the time. It dropped down and soaked into my pillow. I didn't think I'd ever be ready to say goodbye.