A tear grazed the side of my cheeks outlining the shape of my bones before plummeting to the cold slate tomb. The wet trail leftover quickly started to harden turning a milk-white colour,
I felt something warm brush against my stone hard face and my head tilted slightly towards it. “Stay here any longer Blue and you’ll become harder than your dear grandma’s tombstone” Nick laughed. I just glared at him,
“sorry” he added quickly. “not a good time?” I just snorted as if it’s ever going to be a good time, I know it’s probably rude but what was I supposed to do my grandmother, who by the way was my best friend in the whole world (apart from nick) just died.
“But still we should go inside you have been here for hours and if you don’t stop crying you’ll turn into frosty,” he said pretending to grow a carrot from his nose. “That looks more like Pinocchio” I added smiling,