Jack hung his head as he walked alone through the gusty winds beneath the iron gray sky. In his hands he clutched a bunch of white lilies, her favorite flowers.
Some how, he hated and yet loved the feeling of coming here. So melancholy yet still, in a way, joyful because you knew your loved ones were near.
All in all, it was a bittersweet place to be. Jack glanced over his shoulder, just to check yet again that he was not being followed. No, he was not.
His feet had finally taken him to his destination. A headstone bore the name ' Marina Sarah Sparrow '. Her name. His baby sister's name. The poor thing had died when she was only five.
Jack split the bunch of flowers in half before placing them lovingly upon the stone. He then placed the other half on the grave next to the little girl's. This one's name read, ' Irene Delilah Sparrow '. His mum.
The grown man stood up and wiped at the tears forming in his brown eyes.
"I love you."