Bonnie Dane.
Sombre.
Ponderous.
Plodding.
All traits of the current atmosphere. The day dull and hostile, as the wears on each individual is enough to sombre one's mind.
The unending tears that covers my face, seem to be the only pronounce expression from me, as Shawn's hands never leave mine.
There we all stand, friends, family, neighbors and those who knew Nico, present at his burial.
It's been four days, since I've been discharged from the hospital, and four days since Nico's death, and whoever said getting over a loved one is easy, has never lost a loved one.
No day passes by when I don't weep endlessly, when I don't think about him, or recall memories of us. Our childhood, our laughs, our struggles, and our excitements.
Shawn has been extremely supportive towards me this
