She's still sitting there, at the grave, crying. I'm watching her as I feel the first raindrops touch my skin. My coat's becoming a burden and as I take the blades out, her cries become louder. Watching her hurts but I could never walk over to her, yet alone make her feel better; I was never good at all that emotional stuff, killing is the only thing I'm good at. I destroy everything around me, even myself.
She used to be happy, I've never seen her cry or sad. She would visit me every wendsday (because that was her day off) and make me breakfast, do some cleaning and then go running with me- through the park all the way to the beach. If the weather was nice we'd go swimming. Once we went on really cold weather. I don't mind cold weather, but she's always been so fragile so her lips turned blue not soon after we got into the sea, but she didn't want to go out. She later told me she wanted me to kiss her. Like I said, I've never been good at that emotional stuff.
I grew fond of her after a few months and I felt obliged to protect her. She didn't know that (only a few people do) but many demons and goblins try to get their hands on humans every day and only a few have the chance to protect themselves. I would visit her almost every day just so she would stay safe. She found it strange or weird at first but when she got used to it, she got happier and happier every time she'd see me. To be honest, I think I started changing too; I was looking forward to every time I was supposed to meet her.
But one day I came across an opponent too strong for me. His name was Lucifer. He smiled, lifted his hand and I found myself lying on the ground in my own blood. I don't know how long was I lying there, but my heart broke into a million pieces when I heard her scream, when I felt her arms around me trying to get me back.
I'm watching her crying on my grave, my coat soaked. I'm fading away and so is every memory we ever had.