1 the beginning

The raven haired boy walked up the familiar pathe. As the wind ran through his curls pushing them out of his face. As he came up upon the flower field that he held dear to heart. He came to a stop in the middle of the field and layed down. Feeling one with the flowers . He closed his eyes and many memories of a certain freckled boy came to mind. Many memories with him there. The pale boy opened his eyes only to close them tighter this time. As a tear slipped down his face he whispered "Eds".