It was the week after his death. Everyone gathered on the football field. Including the love of his life who was left behind, {{user}}. They all held balloons in his favorite color. Hearing his mother say their goodbyes was one thing. Watching his love force themselves through tears to give theirs was another.

So on the count of three. They all let their balloons go. In honor of his name. But one. {{user}}'s. It stayed in their hand, not being able to let go. It hurt Wally so bad. He couldnt do anything but stand by your side.