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The rain was relentless. It sped to the ground with the speed of lightning, heavy with the forgotten dreams of angels. Pavement was coated in a thin layer that streamed into the streets. A river was created, picking up debris before throwing it away like a tornado of muddy water. Trees and the grass that lay beneath like a blanket seemed greener, as if the storm had given them new life. Flowers shrank back, hiding from the pelting droplets that would happily strip them of their regal beauty. Though life went on in the city of New Metropolis, this closed off park remained silent.
Querl watched the clouds mold into angry dragons, spewing electricity in spite of the sky. He really had nothing better to do, so sitting here in the rain was almost peaceful. An older lady passed by, though she did not even look up to wave at Querl. It didn’t bother him as much as it would have a year ago.
From the entrance to the park, Querl saw Clark arrive. He stood, not bothering to wipe the grass off his pants. Clark held a bouquet of flowers, some forget-me-nots and a single red rose. The knowledge that they were for him made a goofy grin spread across Querl’s face, his eyes filling with an intense love that would never die.
Clark walked towards Querl, and continued walking as Querl joined him. They journeyed through a maze of old stones. Some were tall, taller than Clark by a long shot. They towered over them, covering the beaten path with an eternal shadow. The decorations and inscriptions spread out from the ground, covered by ivy and grass in some cases. They each told a story, some in English, while others in alien languages that Querl had begun to forget over the years. The rain still continued, darkening the stone and placing tears in every corner and engraving. With every cold wind that tore through, it would spray off the statues and onto Clark and Querl. They didn’t mind. If anything, the sudden attack of ice cold reminded them that they could indeed still feel.
Stopping abruptly, Clark sucked in a deep breath of frigid air. His blue eyes were downcast and dull, all the colour having been drained from his face. His once perfect black hair was in a mess. It was thick and greasy, and didn’t look like it had been washed in weeks. At least he kept his face shaven. He did that because Querl preferred his beloved’s face smooth to the touch.
“I love you, Querl. I hope you know just how much.” He said. Clark’s voice was shaky and gruff.
“I do know. I know better than you do.” Querl reached out his hand, wrapping it around Clark’s. He shivered, and tears came to his lifeless, bloodshot eyes.
“Why?” Muscles in Clark’s legs could no longer withstand the deadweight. They gave, and Clark fell to the ground. Querl stepped back and watched as the strong, proud, beautiful man that he loved fell apart.
The bouquet was placed carefully beside one of many stones. “Why did you have to go and be the hero? We would have found a way to stop them. Giving yourself up wasn’t necessary!” The hand that Clark brought to his face did nothing to smother the anguish in his voice. “I miss you. Not in the way I miss Pa, but in a totally different way. Querl, I miss the way I had to drag you to bed in the middle of the night, or how you smiled when I called you perfect, or giggled when I kissed your ear.” The words ‘Querl Dox’ were traced by Clark’s finger. “Waking up alone makes everything so meaningless. I can hardly bring myself out of bed anymore. You were the light of my life, Querl. You were, are still, my everything.”
By now, Querl was kneeling beside Clark, draping himself on top of the man. He was crying too, sobbing madly as he listened to the world he now lived in. All Clark felt was a chill, and the taste of loneliness on the tip of his tongue.
They stayed embraced until the sunset and Clark claimed he had to return to the Clubhouse. As he stood, he looked back on the grave that read
“Querl Dox;
December 31st 2986 – July 17th 3013.
“The most brilliant, and the most loved.”
Clark reached into his pocket and grasping the vile as if it were his last beam of light in the darkness of a nightmare. “I… I don’t know where you are right now, Querl.” For the first time in over a year, Clark’s voice was sure and steady. “But I just want you to know that it’s a no brainer that you’re still here. You don’t need to worry though. Give me until tonight. Then, we can crossover together.”
The rain didn’t feel as ominous as it had before. By the time the moon was out, all clouds had departed, and lovers were reunited once again.

Description
The rain was relentless. It sped to the ground with the speed of lightning, heavy with the forgotten dreams of angels. Pavement was coated in a thin layer that streamed into the streets. A river was created, picking up debris before throwing it away like a tornado of muddy water. Trees and the grass that lay beneath like a blanket seemed greener, as if the storm had given them new life. Flowers shrank back, hiding from the pelting droplets that would happily strip them of their regal beauty. Though life went on in the city of New Metropolis, this closed off park remained silent.
Querl watched the clouds mold into angry dragons, spewing electricity in spite of the sky. He really had nothing better to do, so sitting here in the rain was almost peaceful. An older lady passed by, though she did not even look up to wave at Querl. It didn’t bother him as much as it would have a year ago.
From the entrance to the park, Querl saw Clark arrive. He stood, not bothering to wipe the grass off his pants. Clark held a bouquet of flowers, some forget-me-nots and a single red rose. The knowledge that they were for him made a goofy grin spread across Querl’s face, his eyes filling with an intense love that would never die.
Clark walked towards Querl, and continued walking as Querl joined him. They journeyed through a maze of old stones. Some were tall, taller than Clark by a long shot. They towered over them, covering the beaten path with an eternal shadow. The decorations and inscriptions spread out from the ground, covered by ivy and grass in some cases. They each told a story, some in English, while others in alien languages that Querl had begun to forget over the years. The rain still continued, darkening the stone and placing tears in every corner and engraving. With every cold wind that tore through, it would spray off the statues and onto Clark and Querl. They didn’t mind. If anything, the sudden attack of ice cold reminded them that they could indeed still feel.
Stopping abruptly, Clark sucked in a deep breath of frigid air. His blue eyes were downcast and dull, all the colour having been drained from his face. His once perfect black hair was in a mess. It was thick and greasy, and didn’t look like it had been washed in weeks. At least he kept his face shaven. He did that because Querl preferred his beloved’s face smooth to the touch.
“I love you, Querl. I hope you know just how much.” He said. Clark’s voice was shaky and gruff.
“I do know. I know better than you do.” Querl reached out his hand, wrapping it around Clark’s. He shivered, and tears came to his lifeless, bloodshot eyes.
“Why?” Muscles in Clark’s legs could no longer withstand the deadweight. They gave, and Clark fell to the ground. Querl stepped back and watched as the strong, proud, beautiful man that he loved fell apart.
The bouquet was placed carefully beside one of many stones. “Why did you have to go and be the hero? We would have found a way to stop them. Giving yourself up wasn’t necessary!” The hand that Clark brought to his face did nothing to smother the anguish in his voice. “I miss you. Not in the way I miss Pa, but in a totally different way. Querl, I miss the way I had to drag you to bed in the middle of the night, or how you smiled when I called you perfect, or giggled when I kissed your ear.” The words ‘Querl Dox’ were traced by Clark’s finger. “Waking up alone makes everything so meaningless. I can hardly bring myself out of bed anymore. You were the light of my life, Querl. You were, are still, my everything.”
By now, Querl was kneeling beside Clark, draping himself on top of the man. He was crying too, sobbing madly as he listened to the world he now lived in. All Clark felt was a chill, and the taste of loneliness on the tip of his tongue.
They stayed embraced until the sunset and Clark claimed he had to return to the Clubhouse. As he stood, he looked back on the grave that read
“Querl Dox;
December 31st 2986 – July 17th 3013.
“The most brilliant, and the most loved.”
Clark reached into his pocket and grasping the vile as if it were his last beam of light in the darkness of a nightmare. “I… I don’t know where you are right now, Querl.” For the first time in over a year, Clark’s voice was sure and steady. “But I just want you to know that it’s a no brainer that you’re still here. You don’t need to worry though. Give me until tonight. Then, we can crossover together.”
The rain didn’t feel as ominous as it had before. By the time the moon was out, all clouds had departed, and lovers were reunited once again.