Okay, so here's the first one. It's a little short but the next will be longer, I promise. I hope you like it. :)

Disclaimer: All credit goes to the amazing Richelle Mead...for giving us characters that we've come to love. And well, I'm just credited for putting this into words.

Enjoy~!

Drabble: Mason

RPOV

I didn't think my day could any get worse; I mean, one of my best friends just died – right in front of my eyes, not a week ago and I have to be reminded of that every time I put my hair up or get a glimpse of my neck in the mirror after a shower or when my neck itches. Because right there are two tiny marks that are a constant reminder of how I will never see those sapphire blue eyes light up whenever I'm around or ruffle those unruly – practically impossible to tame – mess of fiery curls.

I won't have anyone to make up silly rhymes for me, or tease me or mock me; I won't have Mason Ashford with me anymore. Mason. Who helped me hide from my mom the first day she dropped me off, because I was mad at her; Mason. Who stole Alberta's chocolates, so that I could have them on my birthday; Mason. Who spent hours in the library trying to find stuff to help me; Mason. Who navigated the Montana wilderness just to appease to a stupid craving I had; Mason. Who threw his book to me, after I had thrown mine at our teacher – so, I could throw it too; Mason. Who used to bow to me in a ridiculous show of chivalry; Mason. Who committed 'social suicide' by talking to Christian Ozera, as a favor to me; Oh, Mason…funny, charming, daring Mase.

Oh, but it turns out fate really does hate me, because I just had to sit through his funeral. And my inner eye kept seeing Isaiah's red eyes and Mase's blue ones; reminding me constantly that he had come back for me.

Yeah, the only thing worse than a dead friend, is feeling their blood on your hands.

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Till tomorrow, loves. :)