He didnt deserve to die, his bright smile. His warm hugs. That look in his eye, the way he laughed, the way he cried. I told him I'd protect him from all of it. I wanted to protect him. I loved him, and now hes gone. I dont know if I'll ever see him again. As that dusty coffin was lowered into the ground, his mother shed no tears. Did she not feel anything for the passing of her son? His younger brother clenched his fathers hand, crying. I pitied his father. He always seemed so clueless of his wife's behavior. My parents came with me, but not to mourn, only to support the Moone family. That was it. I couldn't help but have the tears fall down my cheeks. The cold air hurt my head, the white snow contrasting everyone's black attire. It still didnt make sense. I took one last look, his gray-blue eyes only found on the picture his little brother left on his grave. How could he be gone so quickly? Why didnt I stop him? What even happened!? I'm Braydon Prince, but this isn't my story. This isn't about me, it's about the love of my life.
Zenon Nicolas Moone
