I watched as his body drifted away into dust, lost to the winds. Desperately, I tried to grab at the ash that was once the kid I had tried to protect. No, the kid I had failed to protect.

Ignoring the growing sound of emptiness, I just sat there.

"Kid?", I asked shakily, knowing there was no use and that there was no one to hear my pleas.

He was gone.

"I'm sorry, Peter."

Authors Note- HA. If you're crying, well jokes on you because I am too. :,D