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The wind was warm, flowing through iTrapped's wavy hair like a comforting hand.
Birds were chirping, and the grass was a healthy green colour.
Leafs rustled in the summer breeze, an comfortable silence in the air.
The economist stared down at the grave, decorated by countless delicate arrangement of flowers, moss decorating the marble stone.
He could still see the cold body laying there in his inner eye, surrounded by snow that was slowly devouring them.
ITrapped leaned down, placing a carefully arranged bouquet of black roses onto the grave, closing his eyes for just a moment. There were exactly 24 of them, a singular red rose in the sea of black, tied together by a blue ribbon...
Roses were his favourite flowers...
The economist always brought exactly 24 roses. 23 black ones, and one singular red rose. Always tied together by a blue ribbon.
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ITrapped was groaning annoyed, having to push hair out of his face every few moments ever since his hairtie broke a few days ago. He hadn't had the time to arrange a new one until now...
It had been distracting him to the brink of frustration.
"Wait- Come here for a sec "
Chance's voice ripped the blonde out of his frustration, cold and tired eyes glancing towards the gambler.
"What is it... "
ITrapped couldn't help but to yelp when the gambler grabbed his shoulders to turn him around, suddenly feeling their slender hands run through his long hair, feeling how he was seemingly tying them together with something.
"There we go! Much better, don't you think? " the grey haired smiled at him as the economist checked his reflection in the camera of his phone, a small blue ribbon holding together his hair together.
"I think It really fits you, 'Trap! "
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The blue ribbon Chance had given him back then was now decorating the small braid iTrapped wore on the side of his face.
For a moment the blonde let the silence embrace him, his shoulders relaxing a bit before getting up again with a small groan.
" You come to this place often- "
The words ripped him out of his thoughts, the wind pushing long, blonde hair into his face, which he quickly pushed behind his ear. Gloves covered the frostbitten hands, as he couldn't stand the cold emitting from them anymore. Every shard of small ice digging into his skin a cruel reminder about what he had done. It reminded him too much of that cold and cruesome night...
" Yeah- Who's grave is it anyway? ... 'Chance'... What a weird name- "
After another moment iTrapped turned around to his friends again, an almost sad smile decorating his face like delicate lace.
" No one important, really... " the blonde spoke, glancing back to the flower pedals gently dancing in the wind, " just someone I pity a lot... "
Looking into the smiling faces of his friends reminding him of how that gambler would look at him every time they would share a drink at a bar, shallow light catching in designer shades, loud music ringing in his ears.
" Must've meant a lot to you if you 'just pity' them by bringing them a ton of roses every 3 months... " Caleb chuckled, earning a fist against his shoulder.
" Let him grief how he wants to, man! " Ellernate grinned, gently boxing the domino crown wearing idiot before crossing his arms.
" guys I'm not grieving! I'm just... respecting the dead. " the blonde spoke while walking past his friends, smiling happily.
It had been a few years since iTrapped had stabbed Chance at this exact spot, yet he wasn't mourning or grieving the gambler, he just couldn't help but to come back here at least every few month. Perhaps it was an unspoken 'thank you' to the gambler. Without him the blonde wouldn't have been able to get back with his friends. Oh how much he had missed his friends... Without them iTrapped had been a shell of his former self.
The small group of friends began leaving the small resting place, Caleb and Ellernate beginning to argue over what to get for dinner. It felt peaceful. It felt right. It brought the blonde back to the old times, back to 2012. In reality he hadn't felt this peaceful and content in a while...
"I hope you're happy, iTrapped..."
The economist stopped in his tracks, the voices of his friends fading into the background as he glanced back to the grave, still unchanged. A small smile ghosted over his face. The wind carried the words to his ear like a silent melody, yet he didn't feel regret. Not this time.
" You coming, Isaac?? We're gonna get pizza! "
"Coming!"
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