"Hobie, wait!" Your voice echoed through Hobie's thoughts.
Hobie couldn't believe you're gone, he couldn't believe his best friend is no longer breathing. Hobie watches the gravestone that has your name on it, empty is all he felt.
Hobie would've guessed that you'll do whatever it takes to finish the mission, and you did but only to lose your life when he's out of reach to you. He didn't even get to see you one last time.
You were his best friend, his band member along with Gwen, Pav and Miles. Before meeting Gwen, both of you always hit the stage like there's no tomorrow, giving in all your best just to perform your heart out.
Hobie misses those days where you would show up late for practice, how you walk in the studio with drinks or snacks as apologies for being late and give him a big smile.
Hobie misses doing handshakes with you, a handshake that's only meant for both of you.
Hobie misses how both of you called each other stupid nicknames and sometimes it didn't even make sense at all but you both will still laugh at it.
Hobie misses how he is picky on his food and always throws the food he doesn't like to you. Oh how now there's no one to help him clean up the food he's picky about, instead he ate it all, no matter how picky he was before. Hobie just thinks he's doing it for you, showing you that he isn't picky anymore.
"Do you even know how to play drums?" Hobie leaned on the wall asking you.
"No, but we don't have a drummer so I gotta learn," you shrugged.
"I'd rather you stay on the vocals."
"I know it sounds sad now but I can practice," you whined.
"Nope, get off the drums, I'll find us an official drummer," Hobie then drags you away from the drums.
It was before you both met Gwen, and you have an amazing voice, Hobie wants you to present yourself by doing what you're good at, and now, he hardly could practice without you being the vocals. Without your voice, your song, he can't focus.
Hobie looked at your grave, all he can remember is all the happy times Hobie spent with you, how you'll make him laugh in weird situations or how you could easily tell what Hobie wants just by his action so you can stop him before he does something really stupid.
Guess you weren't there to stop him from punching Miguel on the face.
"I should try finding some witchcraft, bringing you back to life as a zombie," Hobie joked while looking at your grave.
"Spider zombies sound nice," he laughed, totally trying not to cry.
"The band is nothing without you, if only more people can hear your majestic voice."
Hobie would visit you every once a month, maybe more if it's a special day.
When Hobie thinks he's going to lose it, he will disappear from everyone and just sit by your grave, tearing his heart out about how much he misses hanging out with you. Sooner, your grave will become a comfort place for him.
