Eduardo's pov
It was a crisp fall day here in London. I took a sip of my radioactive coffee and decided to take Doguardo for a walk. We strolled down the leaf covered sidewalk. It led us to the park, then a library, then eventually an open field. I've been to the field before due to the fact it's the burial grounds for one of my friends. Jon, Jon was such a sweet and caring person. He had freckles that scattered across his face. Those little dimples when he smiled. His smooth caramel colored hair. I should never have abused him like I did. Always hitting him when he was just trying to live peacefully. His voice filled my ears. That weak little "Something" and the light giggle that followed. God how I miss his happy hopeful voice. His personality. Him. I miss Jon. I never would've said those 5 words if I had known it would result in his death. "I wish you were dead"... Who says that to someone who only wanted to be their friend.. The words begin to overlap in my mind as me and my bulldog reach the middle of the field. I stop in my tracks and look down at the small tombstone, surrounded by my gifts of flowers and a couple little plush toys. The tomb had a crown on the top, Jon loved to wear that thing. I kneel down in front of the grave and feel a small warm tear fall down my face. "I'm so sorry Jon.. Please.. Forgive me.." I must've said those words at least a thousand times. "It should've been me. I should've gotten hit. I'm the one who should be dead.." More tears begin to stream down my face as my head bows down. I realized I had brought my favorite mug with me. Still filled with the radioactive beverage. I decided to rest it on the grave. Right in between a bear plush and a bundle of blue tulips. "I wish you were here.." I wipe my tear covered face then stand up. Doguardo whines and goes next to my leg. "I'm fine buddy, don't worry.." We began to walk away. I looked back at the grave as if something would happen but nothing came. Me and Doguardo left for home.
(385 words, not including this)
(I know I know. "Canada you have like 4 other stories to finish/do!" Well I got writers block. Writer's block for one story = new story. But I can assure you that I will be working on these! I just get ideas and don't wanna lose them ehe-)
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Radiated Love (jonuardo)
RandomJon's been dead for 3 years now, Eduardo keeps visiting his grave and leaving little gifts as an apology. He always wonders if Jon forgave him. I suppose he'd never know.. Right?