Disclaimer: I do not own the Transformers but I do own my OC's. Please enjoy.
In Which We Become Mortal
It was an inevitable fact of life that all things must die. Ever since the death of his grandfather eight years previous, William Lennox had learned to come to terms with the fact that they were mortal and must all die.
But it never made it any easier.
He stared at the fallen hero's casket, draped in the colors of the American flag with the Autobot insignia blazed into the solid oak wood. The words couldn't come through his choked-up throat so he simply pressed his palm against the wood in the effort to convey his good-byes.
It never made it any easier.