The cold tombstone was wet.

It rained hard today. Marking the 1st day of September.

I wore the navy blue hoodie his mom gave me.

It was his.  His favorite.

I cried.

Again.

For the nth time.

"Hey. "

I bit back a sob.

"My hair's long now. I know how much you'd love to braid it."

I sat next to him.

The rain stopped.

"Thank You."

I looked up. The skies are not gray anymore but cute peaceful azure hue.

"I'm an intern now. "

I got my notes from my bag.

" I wanted to top the boards babe. I know, too big of a dream. I want to reach it anyways. For me. For you. For us. "

I don't want him to see me cry like this. So I hugged my knees and hid my face.

"We're writing stories of our lives. It's hard to write, when you don't know what to write, and sometimes you don't write at all.

"Sharing all my write-ups is like walking naked. People will vividly see what I've been bottling up. They will know what's beneath the stoic facade of indifference.

"I could still hear the beeping noise of your machines. I could still remember your room number like it wasn't years ago. I could still remember you. "

"There were days when I hate to study. "

"There where days when I wanted to quit. I felt like I wasn't moving forward."

"Then I remember you"

"I wanted to stop studying till 2 A. M. Then I remember you. "

"I really, really, really want to quit. But then I remember you. "

"I am really, really, really tired of failing. But I remember you. "

"You've always wanted to write stories about you. Now I did. "

"It's the Empty Hospital Bed. "