(PG-13 for possible not so nice language and death, suicide and depression are going to feature heavily.)
The jagged cliff was both a beautiful and dangerous sight. Felix knew that all too well, he sat, possibly a meter or so away from the edge, his hands resting on the fence that they square off non-famous cliffs with nowadays. By his side was a single white lilly. After a moment of glancing down at the sea, he picked up the white flower, making his way along the headlands until he came to a certain point where the fence was covered with dying bouquets, soaking wet pieces of paper that had once been cards and a large plaque that had been elegantly engraved.
"Don't do anything stupid." Came the monotone voice of a V2. "This must be hard for you, sir, I sympathize, but ple-"
"Shut up Golem. I'm not going to do anything stupid and I don't need you to follow me everywhere. I'm not a child." Perhaps he shouldn't have been so harsh, then again Felix was fully entitled to be ready to snap today.
The v2 didn't move, however he didn't speak, so he was obviously following one of Felix's commands.
Felix glanced at the rotting and dying bouquets, after a moment the breath caught in his throat, nestled under the sludgy brown he could see a bouquet of dying of bouquet roses, that in itself wasn't unusual but he could see the undamaged tag, and his lilted handwriting. After staring at the tag for a few moment he swallowed and gave something that sounded half-way between a laugh and a sob. "Oh Zu'hai." Felix said after a moment. He could hear the word shaking slightly as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "Damn." He looked up, willing himself not to cry. He'd promised himself he wasn't going to cry, though he was finding himself alarmingly close. It was only after several minutes of staring fixedly at the clouds he trusted himself to look down. The lilly in his hands was not yet started to wilt, though it would soon. Felix placed in on the floor. There was a silver tag around it's stem. The same thin, leaning handwriting covered it. The exact same message was written on it. The same as every year. He began to hum the first few bars of a song subconsciously.
"Don't."Ordered Golem."You'll just make yourself worse. It's bad enough you write it down every year."
"Oh." Felix replied after a moment.
"...Are you allright, sir?"
"Of course I'm not."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"You can shut up."
Golem was almost annoyed, he had almost gotten through to Felix there. He'd been so close. Yet all he could do was watch, as he normally did, in all honesty he wasn't cut out for this. That was Cynthia's job, yet she was off Zu'hai knows where doing goodness knows what.
After a moment the grey sky let lose the beginnings of a rainstorm. Felix didn't move from his position on the floor. Infact his gaze remained on the sea, the wind was beginning to pick up too and the grey waves were beginning to crash against the beach as the time came back in.
((It's a bit everywhere this post, though I kinda hoped it suited the mood if it okay. o3o. The song was Vanilla Twilight by Owl City in care your wondering.))