He walked over to them with a bouquet of their favorite flowers in his hand.

…

— September 27th. 1985. 12:02 AM. Roman knew it all too well. September 27th was the day he decided to man up and walk over to you, ask you out. You said yes. You actually agreed. September 27th was the day he had his first kiss with you. He couldn’t have wished for a better day.

— September 27th. 1991. 16:34 PM. Roman knew it all too well. September 27th was the day you got in a car accident. You got injured badly. Eventually you died. September 27th was the day you passed away in his arms. He hated this day.

— October 2nd. 1991. 22:53 PM. Roman didn’t want to be here anymore. October 2nd was the day of your funeral. With a cold look plastered onto his face he intensely listened to everyone’s speeches. He just wanted to go home, cuddle a plushie you had once given him. Think of you. How life would’ve been of you were still here.

— October 2nd. 1991. 23:01 PM. He finally was allowed to go home. But he didn’t. He waited until everyone was gone. He wanted to sit at your tombstone alone, speak to you. He didn’t care what anyone would think, he wanted this.

He walked over to them with a bouquet of their favorite flowers in his hand.