She clutches a single flower as she makes her way towards where she needs to be, she pulls her sleeves over her hands in a bid to keep warm as she kneels down in front of the grave.

She doesn't speak, as a few tears roll down her cheeks, it always upsets her coming here but she can't leave it, he needs her. She places the flower down and sits in silence. In her mind, she can see him. He's happy and healthy:

"I'm sorry," she eventually sobs, flattening a hand over her mouth.

Footsteps come up behind her, she hopes they'll walk on, but they don't.

"Jess?" The man crouched has spoken. "It's not your fault "

He pulls her in and lets her cry, kissing her head. "Jess, it's ok," He says, helping her up and walking out of the cemetery with her