Hazel was old, it was 60 years exactly after Leo died. Every year she would visit his grave, mostly with frank but today she was alone. She brought a new present for him each year, Oh Leo, I would give anything for you to be here now, he was her Sammy, the one who had died, has died again. what would Sammy think? Leo had no children. Though she knew Sammy wouldn't care. It still hurt. She remembered how he always laughed, when leo came to her and frank, crying, she knew; under all his happiness he was depressed, and sometimes it was clear his heart was cracking. he just wanted to cover the noise. She remembered the hope her friends had. they were so certain he lived, it was scary to tell them what really happened. she also remembered calypso. she remembered the nights she prayed to her father, all she wanted for Leo to have was calypso. But it was far to late. sixty years can easily make someone lose hope.

she wished he could really see what she brought him, but her dad forbid her to see him. He was so childish, today she gave poor Jason cat shaped contact lens, even though he's really sick. and here she was with the same sort of flowers Sammy gave her. she looked at that memory so many times. she made sure it was perfect.

she couldn't stop now. tears were streaming through. she gripped her hair, then his grave. behind her she heard a voice, a young one. "Hazel?"

she didn't look back "will you be quite?" she said and turned around "I'm mourni-" she was speechless. a young boy. with loose bronze curls and copper skin. next to him was a beautiful, almond haired girl. It was Leo.