Fog hung heavily in the air. It was silent as a figure slowly walked across the grass. His purple socks gathered all the early morning dew, soaking his feet to the bone. He walked deliberately forward, carrying something in his arms.
He seemed to reach his destination and stopped. He knelt on the ground placing the burden in his arms on the stone in front of him. With his fingers he slowly traced the designs carved on the stone. His fingers traced the words, slowly spelling them out.
Axel Lea
His hands moved on, tracing the other carving now. It was of an angel. His hand slowly passed over the wings of it.
He moved on to the last words.
Died: January 26, 2011
Axel had been enlisted in the army, and died in combat. Roxas, his once a year ritual finished, walked away leaving the flowers and his heart, behind.