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The gravestone read Peter Oken, beloved son 2017-2022 May he lie peacefully with the angels above. Many a tear has fallen on this stone. Many a flower has wilted on it's cold surface. And yet many people have passed it by without a second glance. Many people haven't shed even a single tear for this boy who died so young. And to Oliver Oken, it is these people who should be buried in the earth, with nothing but a stone to say your still here. As Oliver knelt as his son's grave he felt all the sadness and despair in the world rushing to him, and he welcomed it. It alone has been the one thing he could count on to be there every day. Like an old friend. The willow tree in the cemetery swayed in the wind and he heard it whistle softly to him, that familiar melody.
Oliver stood up turning his tear soaked face to the cemetery gates. His heart skipped a beat. There she was, her hair blew softly in the wind, it was black now, her bangs hung slightly over her eyes, which were filled with sadness.
"You came." He said softly, "I didn't think you would."
"Of course I came, why wouldn't I come?"
"You didn't know him"
"You did" she said softly "and I know you, so he had to have been really…. Special."
Oliver blinked back hot tears. "He was,………. he really was." He broke down she wrapped her arms around him and felt tears fall down her cheeks.
"She l-left me Lily, just like that she was gone." He sobbed
"When?"
"After the funeral, she said it was too much to deal with. She said she couldn't stay here, she had to forget." he looked Lily, at her deep blue eyes, he saw she cared and would not shut him out for talking this way about her best friend. He regained some of his strength at this and stood up. They walked out of the cemetery to a dirt pathway just outside it's gates.
"When she left the last thing she said was that she wished she had never gotten pregnant , then none of this would be happening, we would be happy."
"Don't you believe that . Peter was the best thing that ever happened to you two. The way you would talk about him and -" She stopped and looked scared, she didn't want to go on , she couldn't say those things, not now, not yet.
"And what?"
"Forget it."
"And what Lily?!"
"And the way that changed when he got sick. I know you never regretted anything, and I don't think Miley does either." Oliver's face was expressionless.
"He was in so much pain, but he hardly complained. All he wanted to do was go outside and play. That was the first thing he said n the morning, and the last at night." Oliver hadn't said this to anyone, no one but he and Miley knew these things about his son.
"I was thinking," Lily looked nervous, almost afraid. "You should talk to Miley."
"I have nothing to talk about with her."
"She needs you right now."
"I needed her! She left me when I needed most! Left us! If she needs me so bad then she can come back and visit our son for once!" He was shaking and lily was silently crying.
"Just think about it" she whispered . "Please." She gave him a sheet of paper with where she was staying on it, hugged him tightly and walked away.
Later that evening Oliver was staring at the paper Lily gave him, thinking, thinking. Hours he sat there just thinking about what she had said. Finally he stood up and grabbed the phone off the desk and punched the numbers in.
When a shaky voice answered he said firmly but hesitantly,
"Miley? It's Oliver. Listen we need to talk……………
remember R&R! ok sorry about the mix up with the dates I was tired and not thinkin straight! Thanx 4 pointing it out! fixed it.
