He had just gotten here yesterday.
and now he was gone.
Just like that.
A little pink-haired boy was laying on the sidewalk in front of his home, bullet shells laying about him and a puddle of coolant below him. If the said boy had saw this - he would of been amused, laughing at the death of someone he didn't know. But no. Luke was dead.
Gone.
Shot to death.
Would his family care?
Most likely not.
[ hiatus.
like I'm supposed to be on. 8D ]