Jack walked into the floral shop, dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't been able to sleep ever since....

"One bouquet of roses, please." He said to the lady at the counter. She nodded and quietly gave him the flowers, telling him the price. He paid and muttered, "keep the change..." As he walked out.

He got into his car and started driving

to the local cemetery.

He walked up to the plaque that read 'RIP Mark Fischbach, 1989 - 2016, tragically shot on his soulmate's birthday, he is missed.'

"Hey, Mark," Jack said, "I got you some roses because... I know they're your favorite.." Jack slowly set the bouquet down next to Mark's name, biting his lip and struggling to keep from crying.
"You were my favorite, t-too.." Jack said as he broke and tears streamed down his face. He feel to his knees, violently sobbing.
"Why couldn't it have been me?!" Jack screamed, "WHY?!?!" He grabbed a handful of grass, ripping it out of the ground on accident. It started raining, but he didn't care. It might as well have been raining tears.
"I miss your eyes, I miss your smile, I miss your hugs, I miss your kisses.." Jack started shaking. The gardener of the cemetery noticed Jack from afar and sighed sadly, knowing what was happening all too well.

"I MISS YOU!!"