As I stood on top of the hill with the wild wind blowing my jet black hair. In my hands I hold some white flowers my grandfather died my mom and dad were devastated especially my mom she kept sobbing uncontrollably in such deep sorrow. Me? Well I stare blankly at the grave stone that engrave the words of William T. Overland the name of my grandpa he had a successful company one of the richest we were very wealthy because of him too. Though everyone was sad I didn't care not one bit sadly but what was this aching feeling I felt in my chest was I sick no, it felt like loneliness the feeling of being alone I've never felt it before. Grandpa was the only one who understand me and will be the only one too do so. So I still stand here looking at the not to distant sun set wondering what to do now I lost the most important person to me and all hope and happiness. I feel so empty silently looking for a way out desperately trying. My grandpa always said God has a plan but what is he planing? Maybe I might find a person like grandpa again and Regain happiness. But for now I bare the tag ALONE.
YOU ARE READING
Friends for Life
General Fiction"Who i'am I what meaning do I have in life what is my propose in life i'am FORGOTTEN" "I have no one,no one to care about no meaning to strive for life I'm ALONE" Two people with two major problems but what if they meet a friendship will bloom.
