I wrote this at school (it's prucan)
Matthew sat besides Gilbert's grave, tears leaking from his once bright Violet eyes, now they were dark and dull, as he sat besides his grave,"Having a nice time in heaven,Eh?" Matthew whimpered putting new flowers over the week old flowers that had been set before, because that's when Gilbert died. Then he suddenly jumped when someone put their hand on his shoulder,"Jou shouldn't vorry anymore! I'm fine! Jou should take better care of Jour Zelf!" Gilbert's voice sounded edged with worry, Matthew stated to cry," I-I...Can't..." He stared to shake uncontrollably while grabbing Alfred gun out of his pocket," At least....now....I can join you Eh?" He smiled pulling the gun up to his head and pulled the trigger,"NEIN!!" Gilbert screamed and his voice was edged with sadness and self anger, He was never dead. Gilbert never died. It was all just a cruel dare by Francis. And now his lover was dead because of it.
