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Black boots hit the pavement with grace and elegance. The only thing the beautiful raven haired boy knew was that he had to see the grave of the person he loved the most. The sharp wind blew in his face and he stopped to readjust his jacket and scarf. The night before, a blanket of snow carpeted the ground leaving the sidewalk untouched. Bill didn’t want to walk through the grass to take a shortcut to get to the cemetery, the snow was so beautiful when no one left foot prints. So he decided to go the long way to have time with his own thoughts. “Tom…please don’t leave me alone…” The guitarist gave a shrill cough