Something Fresh √

Jong P. O. V.

I was standing on the uneven surface on the ground despite the swooshing of the rain and thundering of clouds seemed silent as it is always...

I was standing near a grave (only one) of an installed structure indicating that it was build only half month ago...

Rain pouring all over my tall and broad frame but I was not bothered by it or by anything in my surroundings...

My head hung low, my shoulder slouched . It seemed that I was drowning in the pool of sorrow and grief...

The small puddles of rain water were now forming little streams...

The leavs moving with the breeze hamming distant sounds... I was only looking at the grave in front of me...

All I could see was memories , our friendship , memories of our laughing and our love oops no ,,, not our love , mine only...

After all these years I still remember of our first and last meeting , memories of our strong bond but now all was gone ...