Prologue
The sprinkle of rain pouring constantly on these fellow guests as they look upon the tombstone, carved in a neat handwriting. Along with a giant hole that lays a coffin on top of it as the priest says its prayers to the lost soul. Saying what a good man he is and that he will be missed greatly. Many others cried for this fellow man especially that poor young teenage boy. He was sitting in the front row of the seat crying for the death of his father. His white eyes show a remarkable amount of tears pouring down his face with his eyes full of anger with so much hatred. It's hard to believe that he lost his father in such short notice. It's hard to believe for this young boy to be an orphan. He'll be living in streets and starved to death. Same goes for living in the orphanage, at seventeen years of age, it is hard to get adopted. Once turned eighteen, it's over that boy is on his own. As this boy watched the coffin before him he knew that his father is gone.
The priest finished its prayers for this man; he called upon on anyone who wished to say a few words for this fellow soul. The white eyed boy stand and walked up towards the coffin and stand next to it. He looked down the coffin before him as the rain lightly touched his beautiful long brown hair, leaked down towards his face as it touched his tears with a mixture of fresh and salt.
"Father, I know we fought a few times before and haven't given you enough respect, but I just you to know that I love you and you'll always be dad, even though I didn't show that I care, but I do. You are my hero dad and I'm happy to be your son. Please forgive my rudeness and please forgive me for what I have said to you before. I'm sorry dad. May you rest in peace."
He choked as he finished his last sentence. The coffin in front of him slowing sank lower to be in its rightful place in this giant square hole. The poor young boy fell on its knees crying heavily as his arms wrapped around him, giving himself comfort. As the coffin succeeded in fitting the hole, everyone stand, few of them holding a bouquet of flowers, and walked towards the coffin dumping flowers after flowers on it. Many of them said their prayers, many of them simply cried. Feeling sorry for this man, who is so kind and a generous towards others, who died and forever gone. What is really sad is his son; he is now an orphan, living on his own and taking care himself to gain support. There was that boy, still on his knees, touching its ground, looking what's before him.
Before he stands he came to a conclusion: This is it. It's done, goodbye…father. He left without looking back and went straight home.