Author's Note:
Okay, first of all, I am really really sorry for filling your hearts with feels. Don't hate me, please. QwQ
Secondly, I didn't really proofread this properly, so please forgive me for the grammar mistakes I've made.
By the way, I hope you guys won't mind a kind of OOC Jean.
June 16th was a special day for Jean Kirschstein.
He woke up especially early, put on a crisp white shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of Converse shoes. He went to the florist, and luckily enough, he was able to buy a bunch of white flowers.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
Jean hummed a tune softly as he walked up a not-so-steep hill.
You make me happy, when skies are grey.
He looked up at the sky, the weather was fine today. The sun was shining just right.
You never know dear, how much I love you.
He brought the flowers to his chest, and breathed in the scent. It was rare for him to act this way, but today was a special day, so he thought: 'Why not'.
Soon, he came to a clearing, and he kneeled in front of a gravestone.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
He set the flowers down, in front of the grave.
"Happy birthday, Marco."
Author's note:
Yay, you've finished the whole story.
It wasn't hard, right?
Don't worry. I am crying as well.