He walked up to the grave, crying and collapsing. He sat on top of where his former best friend was buried. Maybe if he was there for him more often, he would still be alive. Smiling and talking, eating breakfast with all of his friends. But no, he was not buried, six feet underground, probably smiling down and watching him. He laid a row of flowers on top of the grave, wiping away the tears with his sleeve. He looked at the words on the grave, tracing his fingertips across it. Looking back into his memories, he remembered every amazing time they had together.
"I'm sorry for not seeing clearly. I should have realized sooner, and if I did, maybe we would all be eating breakfast together right about now." He spoke in a quiet voice, breaking down.

"You know, Edd and Matt both miss you..." He whispered, smiling a bit while tears rolled down his face.

"They said the house has been so quiet without you..." He continued, remembering the past days.

"Matt locked himself in his room for the past couple days..." He said, wiping tears off his face and breaking down crying again.

"Edd hasn't smiled at all for the past few days..." He continued, about to stand up, just to fall back down. He curled up into a ball and wiped his tears.

"I don't know if he'll smile ever again, you know." He said, his voice hitching. "Only if you come back...please... I'm sorry, please come back... I'll never be mean to you, I-I promise! Please come back, we can't live without you, I can't live without you..." He said, screaming at the grave. "I know you can, please! You can't be gone forever!" He continued, punching the floor.

"You have to come back! You can't be gone yet!" He said, yelling.

"You have to come back... I know you're still alive, I can feel it! Come back!" He yelled. Others in the cemetery looked over and watched the male break down crying.

"Please, come back..." He said, wiping his tears away. He sighed, and put his hand over his face, rubbing his eyes and sighing to himself.

"I know you're never coming back," Tom said, sighing.

"Maybe I should just give up... the past week has been just... terrible without you." He finished, getting up and turning around. Behind him was a person who had been looking at him.

"It's not your fault." The person said, who was leaning on a tree and crossing their arms.

"What?" Tom asked, looking at the mysterious figure.

"It's not your fault." They repeated, walking closer to Tom. They looked up at Tom and hugged him.

"You should blame it on me." They finally said.

The End.
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