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I don't have a title for this one. It was inspired on something I watched on TV. I just wanted to write it out and see how it came out.

Chapter One
I watched him from a distance as he kneeled in front of his father’s grave, his mother close by watching in tears. I put my hands in my jacket and walked inside the house. The day couldn’t get any worse but I didn’t want to stand around just in case it did. I locked myself in the room.
I looked at the picture sitting on my nightstand and I couldn’t believe Jones was dead. He had been like a father to me. After my mother Elizabeth had past away, I was alone in this world. Jones was my Godfather and didn’t think about it twice before welcoming me into his home.
There was a knock on the door. “Alex,are you okay?”
It was his son Matthew he and I had gotten really close the last couple of months. We were great friends.
I opened the door and he walked in all dressed in black with his hair tied back. His brown eyes were sad and filled with tears.
“I think I should be the one asking you if you’re okay. It would be a stupid question because I know you are not.” I caressed his cheek and he tried to smile but couldn’t.
“You left...”
“He is with God now.Even if I stand there looking at his grave unfortunately it’s not going to change what happened. Actually, I was a little weirded out by the fact that you guys have your own cemetery.”
We both chuckled. It was nice to see him smile.
“My great great great grandfather started that tradition. He says family is family even after death. Every member of the family that has died since then is buried far down there by the river.”
I could tell he was thinking about his father again.He took a deep breath and tried not to cry.”It’s ok.” I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me and he cried softly into my black sweater.

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