A man in red stood over the gravestone, looking down sadly at it. He knelt down and placed what he'd brought him, a small toy rocket ship, at the foot of the stone. He read over the words on the stone for what felt like the millionth time as a chilly autumn wind caused him to shiver.
Clay Terran
Son and Beloved Friend to the stars
2004-2027
Apollo sighed. "Has it really been nearly a year?" He still remembered the pain he felt when he got the call from Mr. Starbuck that day. It was bad enough the Solomon was in jail, but to think think that his best friend, the man he loved as a brother, had been murdered, stabbed in the chest, just as he stood at the edge of fulfilling his dream…
Again, Apollo let out a sigh, feeling much like the aforementioned red-haired astronaut. He patted on Clay's gravestone. "I won't keep ya long, buddy. I'm sure you've got plenty to do." He joked. "I just wanted to say happy birthday… And I love ya."
