Duke wiped a stray tear that rolled down his cheek.
"He was just seven years old, just seven! Why did he have to leave me so soon?" He sniffed as more tears started to roll down. I rubbed his back trying to comfort him as much as I could. He kept staring at the lake before us. His eyes were puffy and red, his nose ran which he kept on wiping with his crumbled excuse of a tissue, his lips were swollen.
"It's all my fault! I could have saved him! I could have stopped it!" He screamed in frustration as he pulled his hair.
"It's not your fault, he would have left us even if you were there. Sometimes, what happens can't be changed no matter what the situation turns out to be. You couldn't have saved him, he was meant to go," I tried to reason with him but he turned around and held my shoulde
