Ryan sat down in the wet grass, not caring that his pants would get muddy.
"Hello, love." Ryan whispered, nearly breaking into tears. "Happy anniversary."
Though he was only talking to a gravestone, it still felt like Brendon was really there.
"I, uh, brought you some flowers." Ryan said, placing a bouquet of red roses on the ground in front of him. "They're not the prettiest but they were the best I could afford."
Even though he tried not to, Ryan started crying; as always.
"I miss you so fucking much, Bren." He coughed out, wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his jacket.
After a minute of crying uncontrollably, Ryan stood up. "I think I'm going to go. Love you, sweetie." He said, his voice cracking.
Then, he left.
