(You’re America)

The year is 1992, January 14th. Your “Enemy” Soviet just passed away less than a month ago. Everyone saw you as enemy’s but the truth is you both were pretty close, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say Best friends. You never really agreed with his ideology and he rarely agreed with yours but it never really mattered. But whatever. Your sitting in your car outside the cemetery, some roses sitting on the seat beside you. You decided against going to the funeral but still want to visit him. After you gain your composure, you turn of the car, put on your coat, grab the flowers and get out of the car, heading in. You open the gate to the cemetery and see the grave. Geez, this hurts. But then you see his eldest son still sitting beside the grave, you start to back out of the cemetery but then lock eyes with him, shit, what now?