Shade, he was your best friend until the day you sadly died, due to getting shot.

Shade honestly never forgot about you, so he took your phone, just to listen to your voice from the voicemails.

It was four years since you died, and Shade visited your grave. As soon as he reached there, tears filled his eyes. He sat in front of your grave, before breaking down.

“I wish we had more time…” Shade sighed, until he saw a figure, with white wings, just like an angel out of the corner of his eye.