His footsteps crunched on the frosted grass as he walked across the abandoned graveyard. He hugged his tattered jacket close to his body, clinging to any hope of warmth. His breath rose like smoke in the night.

He didn't go to the funeral, it was too difficult. He had one of his incidents right after and he was to weak to leave the house.

He reached the two freshly dug graves. Grass had already begun creeping up around the edges. He picked the blades quickly and smoothed out the dirt. He stared at the two stones for a long time. He traced their names with his finger. The man who was his brother in all but blood, and the woman he loved.

His cheeks burnt as his tears began to freeze. He pulled out two white lilies he had kept under his coat to hide them from the cold. He placed a slightly wilted flower on each grave, before disappearing into the darkness.