I stood at his grave unsure what to say. It had been a couple of years since my last visit but I had to talk to someone.
"Bro, what am I going to do? I went home. Now, I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't have. Not only is Abby still there but I have found out her deepest, darkest secret. One I'm not sure I can ever forgive her for."
The wind whistled through the trees. It's cool fingers tracing over his skin.
"You were always there for me even when we were little."
Other visitors wandered around Greenwood cemetery. Sometimes he wished he had never went on the road with the band because he'd lost touch with everything and everyone he had once known. He thought he had known Abby. He never thought she would ever keep something like that from him.
"A part of me wants to confront her, demand why in the hell she didn't tell me. Then another part of me is afraid of what that answer truly might be let alone why. Oh hell Michael, this would be so much easier if you weren't gone. I miss you bro."
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