Emotional chapter :'( I'm lovin writing all these emotional moments 0_0

I DONT OWN DANNY PHANTOM.

Sam soon came to a complete stop and stared up at the large, ancient building in front of her. Amity Park Chapel. Its bell tower was tall, seeming to stretch to the heavens and a small cross was positioned at the tip of the cone like roof. Sam took one last admiring look at the gothic piece of architecture before she swung the gate open and made her way across the garden to where she was sure she'd find what she had come for.

Turning a corner; Sam found herself surrounded by headstones of all shapes and sizes. Some large and some small, some simple slates whilst some were accompanied by large, very detailed angels. She gazed out across the sea of headstones yet her attention was always drawn to one in particular. It was a small, delicate looking headstone, yet it looked loved. More cared for than any of the others surrounding it. It seemed to glow in the evening sun. Shining like a beacon. Sam knew almost instantly that that was the one she had come for, she didn't know how she knew, she just did.

As she made her way over she was careful not to stand on any of the graves. She didn't want to show any disrespect to the people lying under them. Finally, she found herself standing in front of her designated headstone. Sam felt her legs shaking as she crouched down for a better look at what was written on the stone, however, when she saw the name it took all her will power not to fall flat on her backside.

Daniel Fenton

A hand came up to cover Sam's mouth as she stared at the name carefully carved into the headstone. Seeing his name, knowing that he had once existed made everything she had read in the article so much more real. Seeing there was more to be read, she carried on.

1994-2008

Beloved son, brother and friend

Gone but never forgotten

A lump formed in Sam's throat as she read those words. She couldn't imagine how hard it must have been for those who had known him. '1994-2008? That means he only died sometime this year.' Sam thought to herself. It shocked her that they had sold out his house so soon. She glanced down at all the flowers and gifts that had been left surrounding the small headstone, but then her eyes landed upon something else, something buried within the bouquets of flowers. Squinting her eyes in confusion; she stuck a delicate hand between the leaves and pulled the object out and gave it a quick once over. It was photo, small and covered in grime from sitting out in the open too long, but a photo none the less. However, it wasn't the photo itself that made the gasp escape Sam's lips, oh no, it was what was in the photo that surprised her.

It was Tucker. One arm was stretched out holding the camera, whilst the other was locked around the neck of another male figure. The other boy had a mop of messy, midnight black hair that hung carelessly into his large, baby blue eyes. A sweet carefree smile was plastered on his pale face as he stared back at the camera. He had a soft natural blush glowing on his cheeks. Sam felt a small, sad smile form on her lips as she looked at the two teens. 'This must be Danny.' She thought to herself. She glanced once more at Tucker and the huge smile he was wearing. In the short time she had known him she had never seen him so happy. 'They must have been close.' She concluded.

She continued to stare at the photo for a while, getting a good mental picture, before she carefully placed it against the headstone, this time she made sure it wasn't concealed by the flowers. Sam then proceeded to reach into her pocket and pull out a delicate and very rare purple rose. It was given to her by her grandmother and was extremely special to her, a good luck charm of some sort; even so, she gave it a tender kiss then found herself carefully placing the rose next to the photo. For some reason she felt she had to repay him, for what, she didn't know. Letting her into his home? Sharing his life with her? His death? For letting her stand at his grave? She honestly had no clue. Maybe she just felt she had to pay her respects somehow.

Sam sat there for a few more minutes, silently thinking about the life of a boy she has never met, yet feels like she has known for years, then with a sigh she stood up and made her way out of the cemetery. It was then that she could have sworn she saw someone standing over his grave, but when she glanced back, there was no one there. She shrugged it off before staring once more at the headstone. Her lips formed into a tender smile as she turned and continued her way home.

'See ya later Danny.'

I'm sorry its so short -_-