May 21, 2016
Three years since Tyler's death.
The clouds didn't cry this time.
The skies were quiet. Still.
But inside me, it was raining harder than ever.
I stood in front of the grave his grave.
The headstone was clean. Someone always made sure of that. Probably Grandma. Maybe even Harry or Sara when they passed by. But this time, it was me. Alone.
I was fourteen now.
Three years older than the day he died.
Three years quieter.
Three years stronger… or maybe just heavier.
I adjusted my hoodie. The breeze carried the faint scent of cut grass and distant flowers.
"Hey, bro."
I crouched down beside the grave, fingers brushing the etched letters of his name.
TYLER FOSTER
1993 – 2013
"A brother. A light. A hero."
I let out a breath. Tried to sound cool.
"So… you up there in anime heaven?"
"Did you meet Goku yet? Naruto? Luffy?"
A small smile crept to my face. Then vanished just as quick.
