Layton sat there in the corner of his office. His crying echoed in the empty house. He knew that he shouldn't of let Luke play outside all day in the snow. Being a responsible mentor he should have gotten Luke inside earlier or even rationed how long Luke should have stayed outside for.
Hugging his knees tight layton then thought of his next mistake. Sending Luke to school when he did not look too well. He should have believed Luke. Why would that boy make up being ill to get off school? Layton thought about how he should have gotten time off work to tend to the boy.
Starting to feel slightly better layton kept thinking of little Luke. He thought of how he should have gotten Luke checked out by an doctor before he started to cough up blood. Then his little friend would have recovered better.
Layton remembered how Luke did start to recover. How he thought that Luke would be fine soon. That was his biggest mistake.
Feeling light headed layton tried not to think about what happens next, but he could not. Luke got worse. Much worse. Layton got him to a hospital and never left his side. Luke was always tired. Always coughing up blood. Always too weak.
Layton knew at that point that he should have called Luke's parents sooner. But it was nearly too late by the time that they knew. They only had a few hours with their son. Their only child.
Layton, who was still crying, looked down to see the knife in his hands. Not really registering the fact that his clothes were being to stain themselves red. All he knew was that Luke's funeral was in an hour.
He could not face to see the boy looking so peaceful at last. He could not bare to think that it would be last time he would see Luke.
Slowly he darkness crept around layton. When everything turned blurry, layton could hear Luke's voice calling out to him.