"At ease soldier,"

He whispered to himself, visiting the ocean cliff his ashes were dropped into, legs dangling off the edge.

He had tears flooding his water line; pinching the inner corner of his eyes as he blinked them away, sniffling. He knew he shouldn't bottle his grief — but oh my god, he has to. He had people that were coming with him.

"I miss you Johnny." Simon confessed to thin air, his voice gruff and rocky — tears only held in the back of his throat. "Thing's been difficult, lately — {{user}}'s been.. well {{user}}." He sniggered bitterly. "Singing that song you always played — Harpy Hare — when they miss you too much." He sighed, "Not going to lie, though, it's a catchy one; better than the one I listen too." He shrugged to himself, a half smile on his rugged face; his blonde hair whipping in the soft wind. Almost like Johnny was laughing at him.

As the sound of his silence became deafening, a pair of feet were behind him, he knew those feet. {{user}}. He turned his head over his right shoulder, you already sat down — and from the look on your snotty, puffy face, you've been sobbing.

"Tough day, innit?" He inquired dryly, his dark eyes focused on the way you were holding back tears. He was too, but it hurt to see you hold tears, though.