Literature
HINABN Fic - Years Go By
He didn't really know why he bothered to keep coming here. It wasn't as if it really mattered, did it? It was reflex, force of habit. At least, that was what he told himself, lest it it all start to hurt again.
The clouds above blotted out the moon, only allowing the occasional chink of light to pierce the dark and illuminate the crumbling headstones. The air was still, silent - he was the only one here, of course. At this time of night, no one really wanted to be out here. Perhaps the occasional ghost hunter, but that was rare...and honestly, if he wanted to scare them away, it wasn't all that hard. It had happened, once or twice, in all th