
From One Companion to the Next
Summary
"...Frank's boyish eyes cried more tears that day than an eight year old should ever have had to. Standing at the makeshift grave sight, he released a sort of physical manifestation of the emotional anguish that welled up inside of him when he thought of how he would never hear his beloved dog's bark again; how he would never see Oliver's shiny golden shag sprinting through his green and yellow backyard again. No. He could never do any of that anymore. All because of the boy down the street. Gerard."
6/9/13