Don't cry.

"I'm so sorry for your loss."

Don't cry.

"Thank you."

Don't cry.

"It's just devastating, isn't it?"

Don't cry.

"I miss them already, don't you?"

Don't cry.

"It's just not right, you know… the world can be so cruel sometimes."

Don't cry.

"Their poor children…"

Don't cry.

"What about your younger brother? Arthur, is it?"

Don't cry.

"How is he coping?"

Don't cry…

"It's been… really rough on him."

DON'T. CRY.

Glancing over at his brothers standing at the edge of the crowd, then at the two fresh headstones buried under bouquet after bouquet of flowers, Arthur realised how little there was to lose, and let the first tears spill.