Doyle watched his sister and her family walked away before he turned to the grey stone and looked down at Van Rook's grave. His mentor and if he dare say, his friend laid in the ground under his feet rotting because Rook gave up his life for Drew. He closed his eyes unable to look at the stone without tears threatening to spill out. A sigh quickly escaped his lips as he took another step closer to the cold stone, gently laying three flowers upon the name where it was engraved.
A small smile tugged at his lips as a memory long forgotten surfaced.
"Two is plenty." With the simple sentence, he picked up one of the flowers and placed it in his breast pocket. "Good bye Van Rook." Doyle walked away his bangs falling over his eyes as tears fell down his face.