It was a perfect August day; the breeze whispering in the trees, the sun shining gently as it began to rise on the eastern horizon. Leonidas Van Rook strode somberly up the grassy cliff, which overlooked a sprawling field of wildflowers. The man held a small metal box in his hand, with the initials "DB" on the outside. A large maple tree was perched on the very edge of the cliff, its branches spread out as if to embrace the entire field. The mercenary climbed into a low branch, still holding the box close to his muscular body. He sat for a while, reflecting on all the good times he had with his beautiful wife. The colorful wildflowers contrasted his mood, and almost seem to mock his sorrow. The man slipped his metal mask off, revealing his black hair and light blue eyes. "Drew, I'll always love you" Van Rook said shakily, his Russian accent cracking with the tears that welled up inside him. His tears fell freely, hitting the box with a small clinking sound. He climbed out of the tree with a sigh and stood on the edge of the cliff, staring at the field of flowers far below him. Gently, the mercenary opened the little box, revealing the ashes of Drew Blackwell. Van Rook scooped up a small handful and cast them as the wind swept by, lifting the ashes up to the cloudless sky. A few more tears spilled from his eyes as he finished scattering the grey ashes, which soared across the field, headed towards the mountains in the distance. "You're free, Drew. Run forever, untethered… Your soul is free" he whispered, gazing at the last few ashes sailing on the breeze. His long hair was askew, due to the strong wind that pushed against him. The ashes suddenly floated toward him, bunching together, forming an airy, grey ribbon. It wrapped around his body, and Van Rook knew that it was Drew's spirit that surrounded him; he knew it was her. It remained for a moment, then drifted back out over the wildflowers, and the ashes dissipated. Van Rook let a final, crystal tear roll onto the ground, and replaced his mercenary mask, which hid his grief from the rest of the world. As he cast a glance at the flowers, he knew that he would never smile again.