A/N: This is a small piece of randomosity that was inspired by a story I just finished writing. I didn't specify the gender of the narrator or the person he/she is speaking to, so you can choose those for yourself. If you don't understand what's going on, just keep reading, and by the end you'll get it. I find it strangely creepy, but maybe that's just me. Anyway, please R/R. Thanks!

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The skeletal trees are rattling in the harsh, cold wind that's blowing through them. There are a few small puddles here and there, with thin crusts of ice on top of the muddy water. And it's snowing. Not a lot, mind you, just a few small flakes drifting slowly downwards. You can hardly call it snow; it's more like frozen rain, moist and cold as it drips lethargically down the back of his neck.

Aha! I bet I've got you interested now. Who is this mysterious 'he', you're probably saying to yourself. Am I right?

Well, you don't really need to know much about him. He's twenty-nine years old, with dark hair that never looks bad no matter how messy it is, and jade-green eyes that shine like the stars on a clear night. He's much more handsome than most people, in my not-so-humble opinion. And it also might help you understand him a bit more if I pointed out that he's kneeling in a graveyard at this very moment, in front of one of the newer tombstones. He has a few flowers in his hands, fresh roses. He knows they'll wilt quickly in this weather, but he doesn't care. He lays them out in front of the polished stone monument anyway.

He runs his fingers along the top of the tombstone, and then traces the inscription on the front. His eyebrows knit together as though he's lost in thought, lost in pain. I want more than anything to go to him and kiss away the tears that are threatening to escape from his beautiful eyes right now. I want to hold him and make all the hurting go away. But I digress. I've got to stay distanced, at least for this moment, so I can teach you more about him. Because I need you to learn.

He's very easy to hurt. He has a fragile heart that's not difficult to break, so handle it gently. Be kind to him even if you don't feel like it, and he'll show you love like you never thought it could be. He'll give you everything he has and he'll trust you to be good to him. You've got to regard that trust as a gift and a treasure, because in reality, that's exactly what it is. It won't take you long to realize how insanely lucky you are that he's in your life. And once you do realize it, every time he lays his head on your shoulder or reaches for your hand, you'll be reminded of it. That's how it was with me, at least.

God, how I love him. You don't understand how it was. My entire universe revolved around him and I did everything in my power to make him happy. Do you know why? Because it killed me to see him sad. He was the greatest thing in my life, sometimes the only good part of it, I felt. We only ever had one fight and it was completely my fault. I doubt he could ever do anything wrong. He entranced me, put a spell on me. He didn't mean to, it just sort of happened. But I'm so happy it did.

And I'm watching him now, running his hands over that marble tombstone, with tears creeping down his cheeks and freezing there. His nose and chin are red with the cold; I know he can't feel his bare fingers anymore. He's saying something, but I don't know what it is. I'll move in closer and see if I can read his lips.

He's looking in my direction now, over the tombstone. I'm just on the other side of it, and I feel a little nervous - although I know he can't see me, I feel like he can. It's his eyes. They give you the illusion that he can see into your soul. God, this hurts. You have no idea how much it hurts to see him like this and to know that it's all my fault.

It's been three years since I died and he still comes here, to my grave, to torment himself. Truthfully, I don't know why he does. It's not going to make me come to life again. I'm standing here within three feet of him and he doesn't know. He'll never know that I follow him everywhere he goes and watch every move he makes because I'm not strong enough to let him go. I'm really not supposed to spend this much time on Earth, but until he comes up to Heaven I don't think I can stand to stay away. I'm not saying I want him to die; I want him to be happy and live his life. But I'm selfish. I still want him, and until he can be with me again, this pathetic tagalong routine is the next best thing.

There you are, coming over the hill. You're holding him now, trying to console him. You don't know I'm watching you.

I know he's moved on. I know he's in love with you now. I feel like I'm dying again every time I see you kiss him. But when I look at how happy he is, how much joy you bring to him, it takes some of the pain away. Just please promise me you'll never hurt him. Look after him and treat him like a prince, okay? Give him all the things I should be giving him. Hold onto him and don't ever let him go. He's something really special, you know. He's the reason that I can't just leave this world behind. As awful as it is here on Earth, the fact that he's in it makes me want to stay.

He's clipped my wings.