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characters.
I'm on an angst roll. Maybe because I'm ill and bored to death. Anyway, on with the story.
Visiting his grave
He stood by the tree, the sun shining down highlighting the wonderful golden flowers that surrounded the grave of one of his closest friends. There wasn't a body beneath the headstone as all of it was lost in the explosion. Instead, family and friends had made a memory box with pictures, letters and other memorable things.
There was a tear in the man's eye, he hated crying as it showed weakness but he made an exception for his friend as a tear left a salty trail down his cheek. He missed him terribly. He used to hate him but they were made partners by fate and he had gradually grown to like him, especially as they had lived under the same roof for the past three years. He was in charge of looking after the family his friend had left behind, a wife, a son and an unborn child.
As the man remembered the good times he and his friend had together he knelt beside the grave and placed a single red rose by the headstone. He stood up, returned his hat to its usual resting place on his head and wiped his face dry. He bowed his head to his lost companion and headed home.
The gravestone read
Goku Son
A True Hero
Ok, Quite short and I'm usually not this nice to Goku so this might never happen again. Maybe on the next blue moon. Please review!!!!!
I'm on an angst roll. Maybe because I'm ill and bored to death. Anyway, on with the story.
Visiting his grave
He stood by the tree, the sun shining down highlighting the wonderful golden flowers that surrounded the grave of one of his closest friends. There wasn't a body beneath the headstone as all of it was lost in the explosion. Instead, family and friends had made a memory box with pictures, letters and other memorable things.
There was a tear in the man's eye, he hated crying as it showed weakness but he made an exception for his friend as a tear left a salty trail down his cheek. He missed him terribly. He used to hate him but they were made partners by fate and he had gradually grown to like him, especially as they had lived under the same roof for the past three years. He was in charge of looking after the family his friend had left behind, a wife, a son and an unborn child.
As the man remembered the good times he and his friend had together he knelt beside the grave and placed a single red rose by the headstone. He stood up, returned his hat to its usual resting place on his head and wiped his face dry. He bowed his head to his lost companion and headed home.
The gravestone read
Goku Son
A True Hero
Ok, Quite short and I'm usually not this nice to Goku so this might never happen again. Maybe on the next blue moon. Please review!!!!!