It had been a little over a month since his light had left and now everything seemed gray and cloudy to him.
The boys had tried everything to help him. But it seemed as though nothing could console the broken boy.
He didn't eat, he didn't sleep, didn't even get up out of the bed they shared.
He would only lay in the bed and stare at her pictures.
Finally after a few more weeks when everyone was gone he rose. He ate an apple and showered. But on his best clothes, not a suit, but the couple shirt she had bought for him on his birthday, and the jacket she liked to steal the most.
He walked out of the house, two destinations needed to be visited before he left.
Arriving at the first he slowly falls to his knees before the flower filled grave.
Tears galling down his face as he leans his head against the head stone.
"Y/n I love you, you are my world"
At the last destination he sits on the edge of a bridge and pulls out his phone.
He sent on last text
To MY WORLD: I love you, I'll see you soon.
And he jumped.