Tay stuck the rose back into Emily's hair. She was his everything. He was planning to marry her, have children and have a family. That can't happen now.
Tay blinked; it was one of his dreams. He looked at his lap. One that won't become true. If he tried to help, he—
"My grandson, I've taught you better." Tay groaned. He hates when he does this; pops up randomly.
"You weren't even alive when I was a kid!" Tay yelled. His grandpa always says he raised him better; his grandpa was dead before Tay was born.
Tay's grandpa shuffled to the floor. He sat down, played with one of his dreadlocks and said, "I don't have to be alive to teach you better. I was famous and I want you to do the stuff I did before I was shot."
Tay shook his head. "Why'd you have to die? You seemed like a good guy." His grandpa shook his head. "Disagree. Not all the time. When I first started the rap game, I was violent and.. savage. The X that started the rap game was different from the X that exited the rap game."
His grandpa got up and was about to leave back to... wherever when Tay grabbed his wrist. "Why did Emily get shot?"
X walked and said, "Outside my misery, I think I'll find, a way I've envisioning a better life for the rest of us. Hope for the rest of us."
Hope. That's all Tay needed. It wouldn't bring Emily back, but it'll help other people. Maybe. Or he could be some boy with a strong hallucination.
This didn't make no sense at all.
