"Hey ___." Canada sighed as he kneeled down. He placed a dozen roses on your grave.
"I just want to talk for a while, I have some things I need to say." he sighed, almost crying. He wiped the leaves away, then resumed speaking.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry about the accident. It was my fault, it should have been me that was shot. If it wasn't for me, you'd be alive. If my brother had been there, he'd have saved you. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm sorry I never got to say goodbye." Canada spoke, his voice shaking.
"I'd give the whole world just to see you looking back at me. I just want I hold you. I miss you ___, ever since that day, I've missed you with all my heart. Canada was sobbing now, remembering the day you had died.
~Flashback brought to you by the name forgetting polar bear~
You and your best friend Canada were walking on the sidewalk together near an alleyway, holding hands. You had a crush on the shy Canadian male, and today you were going to tell him how you felt.