Yer Blues

"Hi mom," John whispered.

"Sorry, I don't 'ave any flowers." He sighed trying to hold back the wave of tears he so desperately wanted to let out, "I- I forgot."

He stared at the ground for a few minutes when a tear fell down his cheek. And another one, and another, until he couldn't hold it in anymore and started to sob burying his head in his hands.

Suddenly he heard footsteps moving towards him, he quickly dried his tears and looked around to see who it was. There stood a boy in front of him maybe a few years younger than him, he had light brown hair and his eyelashes were so big that they almost looked fake. John knew this bloke.