You couldn’t believe it. But at the same time, you fully expected it.

2033. Alex was your adopted son. A gift that not even the world itself could compare to. He was truly the sweetest child you could’ve asked for. He wanted to be out there, saving city’s with a glowing red cape that blew with the winds of the vast city below him, maybe he was still able to complete that dream. Even if it was just with the small red blanket he would sleep with.

But that villain he was so eager to fight ended up being no match for him. He was simply a weak little 12 year old, not a miracle. And he was taken away from your warm arms by cancer. No matter how much technology was used to save him.

How much you begged and cried to not be standing here, it didn’t matter. He was in a much higher place, higher than any skyscraper he babbled on and on about wanting to stand on top of. Perhaps he wanted to send a small bit of happiness your way, to break your sad expression.

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The hologram shining on his gravestone said, in an upbeat tone.