Not my characters. Only Mr. Larson's... just borrowing.
Walking down, it was all too familiar. Rows of once living souls, now lie in sorrow and grief. So many stories never to be shared again, as they lye in the thick, frozen earth. They figured they would be back here sooner or later, after all, death was inevitable. Though, not one of them thought it would have been now.
The funeral ended. Such a shame, so young. Those were the few thoughts running through my mind. You swore you wouldn't leave me.
"Hey, Roger..." Collins' yelled. I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize they had walked off. I turned.
"Come on, were going out for drinks. I think we all need one after this."
To tell you the truth, a stiff drink sounded good, but, for some reason, I didn't want to leave. I couldn't leave.
"Go on ahead, I'll catch up."
I turned back to the tombstone. It was only right that Angel was the next tombstone over. We were each others family. Today we lost another one. We all knew Angel was watching over us in the hospital that night. As was he right now. He was with me, with all of us. Kneeling down, I place a flower on his grave.
"You're not alone up there anymore... watch over and love, as you always did."
There will be more to this story, I am not quite finished with the next chapter. I am very open to any ideas, though most of this story is planned out already. Any comments would be grateful. Thanks...