"Tommy." I whispered through my tears. I loved him and the last words he had ever heard come from my mouth were, "I hate you." I missed Tommy.
"I love you Tommy." I whispered and set the roses on the grave.
"James! James!" Iheard my mother screaming in panic, her voice becoming closer.
"I have to go Tommy." I got up and turned to leave, when I saw my mother.
"Oh, James! I know you loved him, but you have to get over it sweety." My mother said as I layed my head on her shoulder and quietly sobbed. At the sentence she spoke, I snapped my head up.
"Loved him? Loved him!? Of courseI loved him! I still love him!" I screamed. My mother was misunderstanding. She never thought Tom quite the right guy for me. But I loved him none the less.
"Love him? How can you love a dead person?! Especially that guy? That Tommy!'
I ran home crying that night. Little did I know, I was about to have a life changing experience. I was getting the shock of my life.

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