200 words a day [drabble-ish]

Day 25, Mist, Meet

On the same day as for the last three years, Hanami and Nari stood in front of their graves. Despite being late spring, a thick mist hung heavily across the cemetery. Hanami was carrying a huge bouquet of blue and lilac flowers, to honour the ones they had lost. I felt like a lifetime ago when she had sat across from Nari in a hospital bed, tears streaming down her cheeks, not wanting to believe what he was telling her. He himself had sat, pale, with a lost look in his eyes. She never wanted to see that expression on his face again. Nari himself did not carry a bouquet. He still, even after all these years, refused to believe that Milo and Keena were really gone. Even though he had been the one who had seen them turn into small patches of floating light. Even though he had witnessed the lance go through Milo's chest. He had gone on missions nonstop since that fateful day, only staying for more than a day on the anniversary. He held onto the hope that one day he would meet them on a mission.