Jean looked down at Marco's final resting place with teary eyes, how… how could this have happened to him? Why him? His thoughts whispered their questions as they swirled endlessly around his mind. Jean inclined his head, his short sandy bangs being used as cover so no people passing by would notice the deep pit of grief in his heart starting to overflow and take the form of silent sobs. It hasn't been a month since his sweet, freckled love had passed away- no, murdered. All who had first looked upon the corpse of what once was Marco Bodt immediately insisted the cause of the death of the young man was suicide, but Jean knew better. Marco could have never done such a thing, how could anyone have possibly though he would have killed himself? They knew him better than that, his friend, his family, all of them. Thinking Marco's death was not murder, they must be insane. Damn it! Jean promptly pinched his forearm to snap out of his gloomy state of mind. I can't be like this now… His family needs me to be there for them. Jean hastily knelt to the ground and placed the small, makeshift bouquet of slightly wilted flowers at the front of the tombstone. Words engraved into the face of it read: "Marco Bodt, June 16th, 1998-April 11th, 2014" Jean choked back a sob, biting hard into the side of his cheek, his teeth crushing the small bit of tender flesh, causing it to bleed slightly. He arose from his uncomfortable kneeling position, his face stony with loss and determination. I swear to God, I will find whoever took Marco from us, and make them wish they had never been born! He gritted his teeth and let out a low, harsh growl, granting his fury the ability to be heard. I'll kill them, I swear I will. I will avenge Marco. It doesn't matter how long it will take, I will hunt them down! Jean's face, which had contorted to an awful grimace, slackened and retained it's normal, glum expression, the same one he has been wearing ever since the death of his precious Marco. No… I need to stop thinking like this, or I'll end up just like Jaeger. A long, low sigh escaped his lips as he turned to walk back to the old, beaten down car that he had parked in the parking lot of the cemetery. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young man with angry green eyes enter the silent and shady resting place of many people. Eren… He glanced at the ground and shook his head softly, not having the energy to call out a greeting or taunting insult like he usually did when he laid his eyes on the youth. Instead, he swiftly walked past him, not saying a word, nor showing any sign of recognition of the man as they walked parallel to each other, their shoulders almost brushing up against the other's. His emotionless mask remaining firmly in place, he trudged to his car, his shoes making loud smacking noises on the hard cement. Jean pulled open the door of the driver's seat of the car, and climbed into the machine, he stole one last glance at the tombstone of Marco, with Eren Jaeger paying his respects to the soul of his lost lover. As he shoved his key into the ignition and started the car, he whispered faintly, as if the spirit of Marco could hear him, "I'll see you tomorrow…"