I always feel peaceful in a cemetery. There isn't one close to me, but when I dogsit that's where we like to walk.

Sam shivered and tightened her coat around her. It was the middle of winter and white flakes of snow fell gently, collecting in her hair.

The cemetery was still and quiet, as always. She walked in slowly, taking in the sights. It wasn't unfamiliar, and she wasn't worried or scared. She didn't see why people would say that cemeteries were creepy; she just found them calming, and a good place to think.

As she walked, she looked at all the headstones, reading a few and just glancing at others. She usually didn't see many people, but if she did, she would continue on quietly. She didn't like to admit it, but seeing them cry broke her heart. She didn't have anyone to cry for. She refused to cry for her dad, her didn't want her. He wasn't even dead.

Today was the day Sam found something shocking in the cemetery.

She was almost at the furthest point, she usually didn't get this far as the cemetery was very big and she usually didn't have time to get through before having to go meet with Carly. Today, though, Carly was in Yakima and Freddie had something 'important' to do.

Sam ridiculed him, asking if his 'important thing' was buying new antibacterial underwear or having a tick bath, but he just ignored her.

She walked on as a young man dressed in dark clothing stood with his head down in front of a headstone. She couldn't see his face, but when she walked behind him a caught a glimpse of the words engraved into the smooth stone, she knew who it was.

Leonard C Benson
Beloved Father, Brother and Son
17/6/1967 – 29/3/2000

Instantaneously Sam felt a pang of guilt from mocking him earlier about his important plans. She hadn't realized he visited his dad. She didn't even realize that he could be so torn up, considering she had almost forgotten how much it hurts to lose someone in an instant.

She always felt bad for the people she saw, but she could never relate to them. Seeing Freddie before her, she knew she needed to talk to him. So she stood and waited.

Freddie, sensing a presence behind him, turned. He was surprised to see Sam, and quickly swiped the tears from his face.

"What, did you come here to make fun of me? 'Oh look, Freddie's being such a baby'!" He took a breath, and Sam could hear the emotion in his voice. "Well if you're here to be rude, save it. I don't want to hear your comments." He spat, sounding bitter.

Sam, not sure how to respond, walked up and put her arms around him. His hands were in his pockets and he didn't remove them as Sam hugged his stiff frame.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." Sam whispered into Freddie's shoulder.

"How did you get here?" Freddie asked, nearly no emotion in his voice.

"I come here to think" Sam breathed, pulling back. "I swear I didn't know you would be here, or I would have left you alone."

Freddie stood for a second, looking over her head in an effort not to make eye contact. His eyes were red, and he sniffled a little bit.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?"

Freddie thought for a second, and shook his head no. Sam took a chance and hugged him again. After a moment, his arms slid around her waist and he pulled her small frame into his slightly larger one. His body racked with quiet sobs, and Sam's eyes watered at the feeling. Freddie was crying into her shoulder, and she was rubbing his back.

"You don't deserve this" she said softly. He didn't hear her, but she was fine with that. They were the only two in the cemetery and it still seemed slightly peaceful as the snow drifted down.

It's not over, I'm going to add one or two more chapters. Review! xx