you went out to the old cemetery a block away from your home, the sun completely covered by clouds. it was dark and misty, but calming in a way. You were freezing though, having forgotten to grab a jacket.

just as you went and sat down but a tree, a familiar voice sounded from behind you, the sound of bones clanking against each other audible before you feel a brush against your side, and a skeleton you always chatted with appeared before you. He had that same blank skull expression on his face, small flowers in his hands. He began gently threading them together, making what looked like a flower crown of sorts. As he sat there, he quietly spoke to you without directly looking at you

"Out here alone again, hm?" he mumbled, not really expecting a response and just letting the comforting silence drag on

"The weather is awfully cold..." he whispered out, glancing up at the grey sky. though he chuckled, almost a saddened sound. "Though how would I know, I seem to have forgotten what the cold feels like..." he mumbled out, putting his gaze down to the flowers in his hands "mmm, let alone the feeling of the petals on my boney fingers..." he continued, letting more silence fill the air as the only sound audible was the wind through the trees and the flowers in his hands.