the skies were dark making the stars look so bright. the moon shine upon the boy who was cross sitting beside a tomb.
his fingers traced the carved words and bitterly smile as a tear slips down his eyes who were fighting the urge to close from lack of sleep.
like him who was fighting not to dwell in the depths of sadness.
he puffed and filled his cheeks with air as the once single tear now creating waterfalls in his eyes.
he was mad. not to the person laying down there but to the person who was cross sitting beneath a tomb, crying his heart out like it'll change something.
"i always wished you were here with me."
