You always went to the grave to visit your fathers grave, every time you went you sat there in silence talking to your father in your head, and everytime the grave next to you there was a rather handsome but somehow happy boy that would talk out loud to his mothers grave, he had piercings and always wore sweaters, he had blonde straight short hair, and sky blue eyes

Today he decided to talk to you today, after when you were both about to leave he spoke “hello, I’m Kai, what’s your name?”