I apologize for any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language (yet).
"Dad, what are we doing here?"
Sebastian comes back from his memories and looks down to his son, his green eyes sparkling in the late Sunday morning.
"I just want to visit a friend." he answers briefly taking his son's hand and walking slowly through the gates of the graveyard.
It has been too much time since his last visit, back when his son was born.
He remembers well that morning; he came there for help, for his help, and thanks to him he had found the courage to go back to the hospital and face the fact that Sebastian Smythe was becoming a father.
He was lost that morning, he didn't know wht to do with his life and all the changes which were about to overwhelm him. He felt so lost to end up in the place where his heart ached most. Sebastian had asked advice over his grave and after a few seconds he found himself again. It was exactly like when he had some doubts and looked for his arms to hug him.
One of his hugs usually solved all the problems he had and turned the world in the most beautiful place ever.
Well, at least before the accident.
Six years since his last visit, since that morning.
Twelve years without his voice, the bright color of his eyes, his soft skin beneath his fingers, his sweet lips which always tasted like spring and honey.
Twelve years without those puppy eyes, that satisfied grin he always had after making love, the sweet curve of his lips and the insults he used to say him when they joked together.
Twelve years without him.
They stop just in front of a white grave adorned by blue flowers. There is no picture on it, but Sebastian can easily redefine his traits in his thoughts, it's easy. And he knows he'll never forget his smiling and beautiful face.
He will never forget how wonderful his eyes were when Sebastian told him that he loved him or all the smiles they exchanged during the summer nights they met in secret to make love under the stars in his garden.
A tear drops from his eye, but he doesn't wipe it away.
"Dad, is this your friend?"
"Yeah."
"But he is… dead."
Sebastian almost laughs, because his son is right and his innocence is something too beautiful to damage.
"Yeah, you are right."
They keep silent for another couple of minutes, until the boy speaks again.
"Dad, he has my same name."
"I know." Sebastian smiles.
"It's funny. I've never met somebody with my same name."
Sebastian watches his son and holds his hand tighter.
"I know. C'mon Blaine, let's go home."
And they slowly walk away from the grave, leaving some tears and a child's laughter behind them.