It's been three months since the Kogane family moved into the city. It's also been two months since the day Mrs. Kogane fell from her sickness. They told her millions of times. They told her she needed to go see a doctor, yet she didn't listen to them. She refused each time, and now look where she was, buried six feet under.

Keith hated her for not listening, for ignoring them, for leaving so damn soon. Keith didn't know how to deal with it. His father sure as hell didn't know either. The family wasn't a family anymore without her.

For the past two months the two boys were separated, dealing with their own pain differently. Keith hasn't stepped out of the apartment, while his father has been up and running as if nothing had happened.

Keith hated him too. He hated him for pretending she wasn't even once alive. He hated that man for still being happy. How can he be happy? How can anyone be happy?

Keith wasn't happy. He didn't want to do anything, just sleep. Sleep seemed to be tiring still. The teen was at a lost, and it was unfair that this was the case. She should still be here. She could be here, but she chose not to listen. Keith hated her.

The teen sat on the couch with a bag of chips in hand, the TV was playing the most recent episode of The Walking Dead, and his feet was kicked up on the coffee table.

He watched the TV closely, waiting for someone to be brutally torn apart. As crazy as it sounded, it was satisfying to watch it play out. Most of the time someone dies for no reason, only because some crazy dead thing wanted to eat too.

Keith popped a salt filled chip in his mouth, and chugged down a can of Sprite. He than wiped his mouth and continued to watch the show closely.

This is how the two months have been spent. Keith didn't move from the couch, unless if he was going to use the bathroom, shower, or grab another can of soda. Well this and crying. Keith hasn't cried so much in his life.

It's been rough on the sixteen year old. He's isolated himself from the world outside the door, and kept to himself. Though, he wished his father would ask if he was okay. He wished his father would come and talk to him. Instead the damned man went on with his life.

Mr.Kogane went to work everyday, came home, went to bed, and then did it all over again. Keith didn't get it. How did that man do it? Keith wanted to call him out on it as well, but he didn't. Instead he ignored his father. It's not like he even tried to talk to him. Commutation was cut off as things went down hill. Keith didn't know how to think about that.

Though, today was a little bit different. The father came into the living room after he changed out of his work clothes, he sat beside his son and looked at the TV. Keith frowned and scooted away from the other.

"Keith.." Mr. Kogane spoke gently to his only child. He turned and grabbed the remote, turning the TV off.

Keith scoffed at this. "What do you want?" He asked and stood up, thinking about getting to his room.

His father was silent for a moment. He seemed to holding something back as his face twisted. His lips formed a line as he glanced to the black screen in front of them. He stood up and sighed out, pulling out a twenty dollar bill. "Can you go get milk from the store? We are out."

That's what he wanted to say? Keith hasn't heard his voice, except from when his father was on the phone with someone. Keith scoffed and snatched the dollar bill. He slipped his shoes on and grabbed his red coat.

"The store is just up the street.." The older male said. "Be safe son.." He spoke again, hoping to get a response. Though, he didn't. He got the ringing sound of the door being slammed.

Keith threw his coat on, shoved the money in his pocket, and then headed down the stairs. He laughed quietly. He couldn't believe the first thing his father told him was to get more fucking milk.

Keith rolled his eyes and headed out of the building. Where did that old hag say the store was? Up the street? Keith headed up. He breathed in and out, running his finger through his dark mullet.

His eyes traveled up, looking up at the sky that was getting darker. The sun was going down, though it was so gorgeous, Keith couldn't be out in the dark. Especially, since he left his phone back at the house.

Keith wasn't too worried about that. He was more focused on the sky changing colors. He suddenly wished he had his phone to take a picture of the sky, capture this gorgeous moment displayed in front of him.

The stars were starting to show, the sky wasn't so dark, but it was still showing stars. Keith bit his lip.

His mother use to tell him that the stars in the sky was our loved ones. It had Keith thinking. Maybe... just maybe, she was up there. Keith bet she was the brightest star out there.

Keith should get out of his head. A sudden force brought him back to reality. He had bumped into someone. "Hey watch where you are going punk!" The man warned and turned back around.

Keith opened his mouth to apologize, but his ears were filled with a melody. He was so into his thoughts he hadn't realized the music being played.

He looked up, meeting a boy. The boy had a guitar in hand, and he was strumming the strings. His mouth was open, letting pretty notes escape his lips. His eyes were closed as he sang words of a song Keith didn't know. Keith suddenly wanted to learn the song. He breathed out and pushed his hands into his coat as he listened.

"We keep this love in a photograph, we made these memories for ourselves, where our eyes are never closing, hearts are never broken , and time's forever frozen still..."

Keith felt as if he should know the song. He didn't recognize it though. His eyes were wide, staring at the boy. His heart sped up quickly as the boy's eyes opened.

Those eyes were dark blue. They looked like California's beaches at night. Keith sucked in a breath. Those eyes were the most beautiful things he's ever seen.

Keith forgot all about the damn milk.

(Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Also, I'm sure there are many mistakes I didn't catch! I'm sorry about that! Song: Photograph by Ed Sheeran)