I stood here, it rained down hard. The irony bothered me. A sunny morning would have been better suited for you. I thought back to the last time I saw you. I should have seen you weren't acting like you. I wish now that I had confided my need for you then.
That telephone call changed everything, all our future plans together, gone.
I guess I'll tell you what happened when I got that call. I was planning for your birthday party, laughing over what colour balloons to get for decoration.
My phone started ringing, thinking it was one of your friends who was helping me, I didn't bother to check who was calling. My joy was promptly suspended when I heard your mother's voice.
"We need you,"was all I could make out through her tears."gone."
Now I had to help plan you a very different sort of event. So here I am telling you how much I miss you.
With that I placed pink roses on the grave, wishing you goodbye. I wanted to tell you "I love you," one last time and have you in my arms instead of buried in the ground.
YOU ARE READING
I tried
Short StoryThis is going to be written as a collection of short writings that I'm writing. They're short stories so I don't have to make a plot
