<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">A tender inkling dipped down his snowy cheek, a simple whimper pulling from his lips. He was virtually in his sister's lap as he was forced to live with the situation that his grandfather was in fact, dead. He still wore the black suit his mother had bought him for the funeral. It was a tragic event and Scyle's first run in with death. Scyle had never before experienced the permanent loss of another. His pet still lived, his family were always alive and healthy. Death hadn't even thought of touching his life until now and the loss was almost too much for the boy to bare. He clutched his sister's shirt hard as his face rolled into its fabric, tears now flowing likes streams down his face as his eyes inflated and colored a light red.<br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">It's not fair!</span>" He mumbled out in between sobs, soaking his sister's shirt with his disdain. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Papaw was such a good guy. Who would take him?!</span>" Who would take him? He pondered soulfully on the existence of a higher being, one so cruel to take away his grandfather. Why? His powdery cheeks grew sticky with the steady input of his tears. The power of his loss compelled hatred, confusion, depression, need. He clung to her shirt tightly as his well dressed boyish figure laid limp on the couch. Her kiss helped but did not take away. Scyle never really was depressed or had a worry about his life but he just seemed to hate life right now. Lack of friends, lack of girlfriends, lack of life. What did he do? Sit in his room and play video games. If it wasn't that, he was on the computer doing whatever. Little of it involved actual interaction with people and his sister's kiss felt warm, lovely. He looked up to her through the innocence of his crystal blue eyes and instinctively pressed his lips to hers. It was a simple but powerful connection. It was filled with the wave of emotions he felt now and in the lips he left one message.<br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Thanks sis. I love you. Don't leave us ever?</span>" He asked the question honestly, snuggling his cheek into her light bosom.</span></span>​</div>