[ IP ] He was my best friend

The boy stared at the grave in disbelief. It was a cold winter day and he could feel the heavy winds move his hair against his face harshly, as if nature itself were trying to snap him out of his trance. The boy's Father wiped the sweat off his own brow and leaned on the rustic shovel he'd been using. `` Sorry kid.'' He breathed, unsure what more he could say. 
 
 The boy's mother hesitantly put her hand on her son's shoulder, carefully keeping an eye on her jacket to not scuff it. `` Honey, we can always g-'' 
 
 The boy balled his fists together and shook his mother's hand off his shoulder. `` You do n't understand... I would n't expect any of you to.'' He said coldly and glanced up at his father. 
 
 `` Now-'' The father raised his voice, ready to put the boy in his place. 
 
 `` Just leave it. He'll come around.'' The mother sighed sarcastically, examining her fresh manicure. She stood up, brushed the dust off her clothes and started to walk away. `` I'll be in the car.'' 
 
 The father walked over to his son and kneeled down. Not comfortable leaving things as they were. `` Hey kid, I-'' 
 
 `` I want to be alone.'' The boy demanded. His father quietly stood up and went to wait by the gates with the boy's mother. 
 
 It was then that the boy broke down into tears, crying over the grave of his beloved friend and his most trusted ally, who had seen him through the toughest parts of his life from illnesses to the collapse of their family. He sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes with his palms, knowing full well that the pain of losing a loved one would never fade completely. But it just might become a little more tolerable with time. 

