Once outside I released a breath I did not know I was holding. The smell of fresh air filled my lungs as I took a step onto the soft, lush green grass. I felt Milo's hand leave mine so I turned my head to see what was wrong. I looked up at the tall boy and his pale blue eyes spilling over with tears as they search the landscape his blonde hair sitting in its natural curls behind his Ray Bans. He let out a soft sob, obviously trying to hold her grief in. I tentatively crept my hand into his and when he didn't resist I edged closer, now touching. He rested his head on my shoulder. I whispered soothing, conforming words as I rubbed his back my hand moving in circles in After sometime  he looked up at me, his eyes red and still quite wet. I take a chance and kiss the top of his curls. He snuggles up to me and places his head in the crook of my neck. His hand circling my waist.

I murmur the words I had been keeping back for years.

"I love you."