His footsteps echoed against the cold battle grounds. He gazed into the setting sun and knew it was all over. Knew everything would change, and things would never be the same. A cold gust of wind brought him back to Earth and reminded him of the task at hand.
He walked forward, approaching the desired spot. Dropping the roses to the ground, a single tear ran down his pale cheeks. Followed by another, and another, until he was forced to close his eyes to eaze the pain. With each falling tear, the heart of another broke.
The boy sat in silence, crying atop the grounds, as he tried to forget. Forget the screams, the tears, the memories, everything. But he knew he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, he would always remember. After all, you could never forget your first love.