Fall

She sits on the cold grass. Alone. Peacful. The wind blows, rustling the leaves above her head, making one fall to the ground, fluttering through the air before it silently settles on the grass beside her knee. She stares at it. Yellow mixed with red with a hint of green left. It was fall. Was everything falling this time of year? Can't spring, the time of blooming and life, last forever? Why do things have to end. So suddenly. Gone, forever. A tear glided silently down her cheek. She had promised herself she wouldn't cry. No. She had promised him that she would be strong. For her mom, for her little sister. It was hard to be strong for others when you felt like the weakest of them all. The most affected. How could life go on like nothing had happened? She looked away from the fallen leaf to the pollished stone in the grass before her. How could she be strong when he had been the one holding her up? Another tear. She quickly wiped it away and stood up. For my brother. He gave so much to me, it's time for me to give back. She walked away, head held high, never to shed a tear for him again.