Jose arrived at the tombstone late in the day- perhaps around 4 or 5, just before the sun set. He stared at her tombstone for a few moments, which was a simple stone that read in bold letters
FRIEND, BEST FRIEND, AND AUNT
SHE DIDN’T GO WITHOUT A FIGHT
He sat himself down, and drew a breath. “Hey auntie, what’s up?” he started “It’s been a year already, since ya left ‘n’ all, and I still miss ya a lot. But… anyway, I’ve made a lot of new friends since I came here. There’s DT, Kenny, Miss Riyumi, Miss Ellie, Serina, Nicole, Aggie, Miss Katsu, Princess Compact, Miss Ellie the paintbrush, Combat Princess and lots and lots more. They’re all so nice, Auntie, and fun too! I have been on lots of adventures and junk, and I’ve dressed up a lot too, you’d be super-duper proud, I know it.” He smiled at her tombstone, and continued
“Mama and Papa are doing well, they probably visited before, and I’d recognize mama’s flower arrangements anywhere.” He looked down at the bouquet that was placed there , wrapped in wax paper around the stems to make the flowers color pop “Sorry I didn’t come with anything; I had to come straight from work. Oh, I didn’t tell ya! I work as a delivery boy in The Reject Kingdom. It’s a really nice place, run by Prince Jesse- who’s super cool; you’d totally be friends with him. I stayed there first ‘cause Qatala was after me and stuff, but now Qatala’s dead thanks to my friends, and I stay there cause I want to. I go home all the time, so it’s not like I moved away or nothin’ I just like this place. It’s fun, and exciting, and the people are all cool… well not all of ‘em. There’s this demon-type guy named Dorian, but he’s fun to annoy, so it’s okay.” He chuckled a bit.
“Heh, I’m rambling on and on, I really should stop soon, that therapist I visited, tells me that doin’ this is a bad idea, cause it fools me int’ thinkin’ you’re alive…. But you’re not… you’re gone…” he paused for a moment before continuing “The MIG haven’t attacked since the battle, which is good and bad, according to Papa, but Auntie Nanix says that somethin’s coming, and we gotta prepare for the summertime. But she said that by spring, the MIG living in the manor will be gone, and we can finally go home. Just think, auntie. Finally, after almost 3 years…. Going home to the manor.” He began to get excited, speaking quickly, and raising his head to the image of his beloved home “To my room, and papas study, and the forest and the courtyard and the animals and mamas kitchen and the hallways and………” he stopped “but…. The MIG probably messed it up real bad huh… we’re still gonna have to live in the theater till it’s all fixed….” He shifted uncomfortably.
“But um.. I just came t’say… that I miss you… and I really, really wish you weren’t dead….” He bit his lip, and stood up “I wish you could come back but…. I just that’s just a stupid wish… huh…. I just… I just miss ya so much…..” he cinched his fists. “It’s not fair, y’know… why’d ya have to go?” he almost growled- looking at the ground “… its.. It’s not fair!! It’s not fair that you died!” he yelled out- feeling the tears going down his cheeks. “You were so great, and so wonderful!” He let himself fall to his knees “Why’d ya have to go away?! Its.. Not… FAIR!!” he gripped grass in his hands- as if threatening to pull it out as he sobbed. He then proceeded to curl up on the ground and cry- trying so hard to stop, but only crying harder. Oh, he hated to cry, but as a child, he couldn’t help it. When he was sad, or frustrated, or mad, the tears just came, and he hated it. Papa never cried, Mama never cried, so why should he? It was something he always brought into question, but never answered. So there he was, crying, time passing by so slowly as he finally sat up on his knees, sniffling, and trying hard to stop crying. “I… I… I love you, auntie…” he managed, putting a hand on the tombstone; partly for comfort, partly so that he could stand “I’ll…. come see you again…. next year, auntie…” he finished, shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked away, trying to put away what was left of his unhappiness as he left the cemetery.
Goodness, that poor boy needed a hug.