Goodbye, Leroy.
"Hi baby," I whisper, kneeling down onto the grass beside his grave. His headstone is a blue marble, the writing on it engraved with black.
Leroy Lockwood.
My hand reaches out, tracing over his name. I'm so numb to my emotions, I don't feel my tears falling anymore. I can't get rid of the heart broken feeling inside my chest. I place Alfie The Bear beside me, facing him towards the grave.
"Look, I bought Alfie." I whisper, smiling through my pain. I readjust myself so I'm sitting cross legged beside him. His grave is tiny, barely the right size compared to the others surrounding him. Taken too soon.
I inhale sharply, trying to remember the words in correct formation.