Johnny was your sanctuary. Your safe haven. That was months ago, now he was dead.

You stand beside his grave, he who once towered over you, now a measly rock in front of you instead.

“y’know, there are days when all I can think is ‘I want to go home’. Even as I’m laying in my own bed. you’re my home.”

You utter to the grave, trying to hide your tears behind the faintest smile. Johnny had been your everything.