Angel

'Cry.' Was all she said to me. And I did. I cried and sobbed. My body shook with my tears. Why? Why did he have to die? He didn't have to die. There was reason for him to go. Why? Why did he have to go? Why did it have to be him? He was a precious light to everyone he met. He was someone you wanted- no needed to see. He was an angel. A beautiful, wonderful, and pure angel. Why? Why did our angel, our light, our precious light of hope die? I wish he didn't die that day. All I have to say is one thing. Goodbye Angel. Goodbye. Harry.