74

By the tall marble headstone, there was a tall peach tree, blooming with its rosy pink flowers, SOme petals rained on Spencer who stood by it with a crooked smile HIs lip was trembling as he kept his smile on his face. The eyes that always held light seemed vacant today, his colourful personality had turned into a lump of grey. HE held a dangling bouquet in his hand and looked at the engraving on the stone. "In the memories of Anaesthesia Bronze."

He stood still looking at it with a life-less gaze. "We met again, But not in the way I had imagined. Isn't this a little too unfair for me? I never got to call you mother, I never got to live like a family with you, I never got a chance to properly tell you how much I cherished you." he gulped heavily. HE crouched down beside the grave. The cold from the grass crept up his knees, his fingers clenched around the grass and he gritted his teeth.