In The Summertime (Frerard) *on Hold*

3: The Graveyard (filler)

After therapy, I decided to visit his grave. It seemed like the best thing to do... obviously.

I walked to the graveyard, hood up, head down. It was beginning to rain. How fitting.

I walked through the squishy mud and grass and made my way to his grave.

As I stood before it, I placed a single rose on the grass.

I read the name over and over. He was my friend. It was just a fucking accident and it was my fault.

I miss him. There's no denying it. I'd owe him my life if he was still here.

I let my eyes scan the name and the date a few more times.

Patrick Martin Stumph, (Patrick Vaughn Stump)
1999 - 2015 age 16

Loving friend and son.

I sighed out. "I'm sorry," I muttered quietly, turning around and leaving the graveyard far behind.

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Short chapter but oh well :/