Lizzie's POV
I'm better now. Joel recovered. He still has to have some recovery though. I cry looking at Buddy's pale dead body laying in his cardboard box.
It has been weeks now, maybe months I put him there. "Lil' Buddy's Magical Palace". I can't help but cry looking at those words. Lil Buddy.
"Liz, it's time," Joel said with a shovel and a flower bouquet in his hands. We drove to the park.
Joel dig a hole near the flower bed. He put Buddy's cold body in the hole. He then covered it back with more dirt.
He stuck a photograph of us and Buddy together on the grave and wrote RIP on the dirt next to it with his finger.
"Go on Liz," Joel said, smiling. He looked at the grave and wiped a tear.
My hands trembled as I poured the flowers on to Buddy's grave. What I had done put Buddy in such a huge effect! It was all my fault.
"Lets go home," I said in tears.
I had approached the car... Face covered in a million teardrops. Then I realised.
"JOEL?!" I shouted. "Joel?"
To be continued..
