Chapter Three. This one is in Murdoch's PoV. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to write thanks to each one of my reviewers right now. I'm too tired, but at the beginning of the next chapter I will, Promise.
Lonely
Everything seems so lonely
Now that you're gone
I was like your father
You were like my son
Right now, all it seems
Is tragedy and broken dreams
You were a great friend
Sensitive, caring, heaven- sent
I lay here crying, behind this door
Though I know that heaven
Needed you more
I will always remember
You as a friend
Until my next life
When I'll see you again