In a Graveyard
'A row of graves, that's the bottom line of all your noble sentiments – lives wasted'.
The words of his fevered dreams came back to haunt him as Ray Doyle stared at the brand new headstone before him. He could feel only one emotion as he stood staring at it. Relief. Relief that it wasn't him lying there in the cold ground, relief that he was alive, to live another day, relief that there was no one left behind who would grieve for him.
As he turned and walked away he realised that June was right – he was a selfish bastard.