Whenever Marry felt sad, she drew.

Drawing was a way to express herself when words failed to describe her. Sometimes she would spend hours in her room, just drawing, erasing and re-drawing. At these times others preferred to leave her alone.

At first she hung the drawings in her room, but she stopped showing them to others. Only he could see.

Once again, Marry had locked the door to her room as she let her pencil scratch over the paper. There was a knock on the door.

"Marry, dinner is ready. You should come before it gets cold." Kido told the pale girl through. Marry didn't bother to answer. She wasn't hungry anyway.

She spent the next 3 hours finishing her drawing. She stood up and admired her work. She smiled at the outcome. She reached for her boots and put them on her feet. She unlocked the door of her room and stepped into the living room.

Momo and Shintaro were sitting on the couch. They were watching a comedy movie together but turned around when they heard Marry's door open and close.

"Oh, hey Marry. Are you going out?" Momo asked as she smiled at the small girl. Marry nodded in response.

"I'm going to pick some flowers."

"Have fun."

Marry nodded again and took off towards the park. It was already dark and a bit chilly. She was glad she brought her hoodie even though it was still summer.

When she arrived she started picking various flowers while making sure the colors were matching. She softly hummed a tune while doing so.

After a while she started walking again, now with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Her drawing was folded up into her pocket.

She sat down when she arrived. "Hey Seto, I picked some flowers for you and made you a new drawing." She smiled when she looked at his face, which happily smiled back at her.

Marry heard dripping, and when she looked down she saw small drops hitting the floor. She reached up to her face to feel the wet substance running down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away.

"I'm sorry for being so pathetic." She quickly said and sat upright. "I guess I just really miss you."

She reached put and touched the cold stone.

The tears started coming again. "I know you loved us all, but why did you have to work so hard? I could've helped. If you told me you were suffering I could've taken it away for you. I could have taken a job and I could have helped making money so you wouldn't have to overwork yourself. So you wouldn't have to leave me all alone here. I miss you Seto!" she softly whimpered as she hugged the tombstone to her chest. No matter how hard she tried, the tears wouldn't stop forming.

"I miss you so much!"

An hour later, the graveyard was once again empty. The only faces to be seen were pictures of the people that were buried and the face of a smiling boy with dark hair giving a thumbs-up on a piece of paper that was neatly placed next to a bouquet of flowers.