Murdoc ran his fingers across the engravings on the headstone. He traced each letter of her name; Rosemarie Niccals.
"I'm sorry for wot he did to yew, I really am. I don't know if…I don't know if yew would still be alive right now if yew had just gone ahead and drowned me after I was born or….I don't know; I really wanted to hate yew for giving birth to me, the whole situation is really fucked up, eh?"
He sighed heavily his eyes wandering down to the lone red rose lying on her grave.
"I never met yew, I never knew yew, but he did us both in. It wasn't yer fault, wot he did to yew wasn't right, and it never should 'ave happened. If yew thought I'd turn out like him I don't think I have….Not just like him, I'm trying I really am; I got a boyfriend and I sort of 'ave friends who don't completely hate my stinking guts. I wish yew had a better life, both of us deserved better. Guess wot I wanna tell yew is that I'm sorry and I forgive yew. Dad didn't even wanna give yew a proper burial or anything, I thought I'd give yew at least that much. I love yew, yer my sister."
It felt strange and relieving to talk to her, even if he was just talking to a slab with a name and date written on it. It didn't matter; this was his closure.
"Ready to go?"
Murdoc stood up and turned to face 2D who was shyly smiling at him. Murdoc wrapped his arms around the taller man hugging him tightly.
"I love yew, stupid dullard."
"I love yew too Mudsie."
He released the younger man, he took hold of his hand as they turned and left the cemetery. He had so much more to go through, so many demons, and problems that shadowed his existence but maybe this meant things could get better and change….Even if it was just a little bit, he wanted to make up for his father's mistakes and live a life the older man was never man enough to lead.