Neo
Neo squatted down on the damp ground with the sky drizzling down on him. He rested his hand on the top of Ricky's headstone and bowed his head.
It'd been nearly seven years since Ricky passed, but for Neo, the pain was still fresh. For quite some time, he'd been at the point where he no longer cried when he visited Ricky's grave, but he could still feel his death haunting his day-to-day life.
“Hey, buddy," Neo spoke aloud. “Sorry I haven't been here in a couple weeks. Simon's got me jumping through every hoop now that I'm staying at the garage."
Neo sighed deeply and took his hat off to run his fingers through his hair. The drizzle was cold, but it felt nice. He lifted his chin to the sky and closed his eyes to focus on the feeling, the feeling of the rain, the feeling of the we
