It's a bit chilly today. But it feels nice against my skin as I pause outside of the graveyard.
I inhale deeply before taking a small step inside, before I start to slowly make my way towards your grave.
I've only come to see you once after you were put into the ground. But I realized I still couldn't face you. But I can handle it this time. I know I can.
I stare at your headstone for a moment, my hair blowing over my eye in the wind.
I sit down.
"Hey."
My fingers rest in the grass, gripping it slightly before I manage to calm myself.
"I've wanted to come see you for a while. Just didn't have the balls I guess."
I wanted to try and smile, but what's the point when it would be forced, and you wouldn't even be able to see it.
Fuck it.
I reach up, unclasping my prosthetic before placing it down on the grass.
"You'd probably laugh at my face if you saw it." I smile, shaking my head.
"Anyways... I have lots of good news for you. And your mom." I run a hand across my face, before adjusting myself into a more comfortable position.
I tell you both all about Kenneth, and what's currently happening with him. His trial is in a few days.
"My dad and Lisa plan to attend it. Along with probably half the fucking town. But... I think he'll be found guilty." I shrug, glancing up towards the sky before looking back down at your headstone, reading your name across the stone.
"Oh! I uhm... I talked to Terrence, recently. He told me something about you, Trav."
"Hey, Sal! Wait!" Terrence peaks out from his door, stopping me before reaching the elevator. I had just got the mail.
I turn around, facing Terrence before walking towards his door. "What's up?"
"Would you want to talk about this in my apartment?" He opens the door, and I hesitate before stepping inside.
We sit down on his couch, and he offers me tea, but of course, I decline. I never really liked his tea that much. Of course, I'd never tell Terrence that. He fiddles with his fingers in his lap before speaking.
"That boy from the news... Travis, was it? I think he came by a while ago." Terrence taps his thumb against the back of his hand, something that Larry told me he does when he's thinking.
"Travis stopped by, here?" My voice was a bit more higher than I meant. I guess I was just surprised.
"Yes! I remember now. He knocked on my door, asking where your apartment was. Though... That poor boy, he was very out of jt."
"My apartment?"
Terrence nods, reaching out for his cup of tea on the coffee table. "Yes, I gave him a key, because he said he was a good friend of yours, and he just needed to give you something that would be very special to you."
"He... Said that?" I was in disbelief, but I knew Terrence wouldn't lie about something like this.
"Yeah. He also... Gave me this."
I dig in my pockets before pulling out a carefully folded picture.
I unfold it, looking at it before turning it over to show you.
"You gave Terrence this. A photo of you when you were younger, and you were with Phillip and Larry." I remind you, but I know you already remember it.
"You wrote on the back, "Larry still looked like an idiot as a kid."" I laugh, before digging in my pocket and pulling out another picture.
This one, was just a picture of you, from just this year. I think it might be your school photo. "You said, "So you don't forget me."" Of course you would write that shit.
I fold the two photos back up carefully, before putting them back in my pocket.
"You were still thinking about me, even in the end, huh?" I whisper, closing my eyes for a moment, a lump forming in my throat.
"I wish you would've talked to me, Trav. But, I understand. You were going through a hard time."
My hands slide through the grass, and part of me imagines that it was your hair, and not grass. It's stupid, but, I can't help but imagine.
"I think you made me finally figure out how to draw, by the way." I laugh at my own words, because... Sadly, it's true.
"Recently, I did this one drawing about you, it took a while to finish it, but I'm happy with it." I shrug my shoulders. "When I showed it to the others, they got really emotional, saying I did really good on presenting... You."
"I think Larry shed a tear when he saw it, even though I doubt he'll ever admit it. Do you think he actually got that emotional?" I ask you, my eye slowly looking up into the sky.
Whenever I look at the sky, I always think of you.
I know you're up there, looking back down at me.
"Did you see Gizmo when you stopped by that day? I bet you did, and I bet you liked him. He's fucking lazy, but he's comforting when he needs to be. I hope he comforted you even just a bit."
"Also, I would've brought you guys flowers, but I don't know what flowers you both like, if you even like any at all..."
should I publish the final chapter, or make you all wait for tomorrow... Decisions, decisions...