' you should never have to burry your children' a lone figure stood over two graves, tears flowing down her cheeks ' but I already had to do that. It was the most painful thing I had to do and I swore to myself I would never have to do something like it again., but yet here I am, this time it wasn't my children but something much worse… my grandchild. I failed to save her as I failed to save her father before her.'
Now looking to the other grave she sighed 'and you were always there for her, as she was for you. You grew up with her and gave her happiness and hope. It breaks my heart to know that your gone too and have left your brother in such a state of despair. But somewhere deep down behind all the shadows of depression I feel touched that you loved her that much that you couldn't live without her.'
With one last tear she turned away and began to head to her home, one which she had to live alone in. one which would never have the same warmth that her granddaughter had given it. Filled with cheer and happiness and hope. But now it was silent, its old walls echoing her words of joy and pride though the building. Turning to the boy beside her she beckoned him to follow. He had stayed behind with her, and hadn't said a word since the accident happened, his brother and his friend lay side by side, in their home town they lie finally at peace. And he should feel at ease for that but he didn't. he didn't cry, he cant, but deep within his hollow heart he is crying an ocean. Turing he followed the woman from the graveyard and up the hill and looked to the sky and uttered the first words in three days
"at least your together"