{I do not celebrate this holiday so I'm so so so sorry if I offend anyone or if I get this wrong 😭) 1979 November 2nd North Denver, Colorado

🏵️🕯️🕯️-ˋˏ ༻❁༺.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.༻❁༺ ˎˊ-🕯️🕯️🏵️

While everyone around Finney's age is usually eating their Halloween candy and getting ready for Thanksgiving coming up in a few weeks, he's sitting at Robin's grave.

Today is Día de los Muertos, where families honor and welcome back the souls of deceased loved ones . It's a day supposed to be celebrated, but Finney can't help but feel sad. It's been about a year since what happened with the Grabber, and he still can't get over the fact that he survived and the others that were once trapped down there didn't... Survivors guilt, his school counselor says it is. He denies it but... it's true. And he knows he has it.

Even though he doesn't celebrate the holiday, he decided he should at least visit Robin's ofrenda at the graveyard. He wanted to at least try to feel the warmth of his friend even when he's gone... that warmth that he hasn't felt since the last call in the Grabber's basement, the last time he heard Robin's voice...

.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚. ✧₊⁺🕯⋆.˚

His late friend's picture is set up in front of the gravestone, marigolds and other colorful flowers scattered and piled around it. Food and incense is around too, along with lit candles to alight the altar. It set a calming and almost lively atmosphere around the grave despite being surrounded by death. Literally.

Finney tugs his coat to keep warm, laying out Robin's bandanna he found in that basement down in front of the picture of him, breathing out a sigh.

"Hi, Robin.." He mutters, feeling a little crazy to be talking out loud. He doesn't even know if Robin can hear him right now.

"I know you probably didn't expect me to be here, today of all days... I miss you. A lot. And I've been sticking up for myself a lot now at school. Nobody messes with me now because I.. killed him.." He sighs again, struggling to keep himself from crying. He's supposed to be happy, today is supposed to be celebrated, he reminds himself. But that doesn't help his emotions.

"God, I wish you were here right now... Everything would be so much better. Like, 10 times better than how it is now..."

He keeps talking, as if it will make Robin magically appear in front of him, telling him he's fine and that everything's okay. But this altar is here for a reason... because Robin is gone. But hopefully... his friend will cross back over and hear all of this.. hopefully.