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"Jack. Jack Atwood." A confused look clouded his face. "I've never heard the name before."

"Are you sure? Would you like me to take you to his grave, see if you can figure out if he is related to you or not."

They walked silently up the and around graves. Thier silence had a purpose. Mr.Hughes was wondering if he did something wrong by bringing up this unfamilar name and Ryan well, he was thinking. Just thinking. His imagination went wild; all types of different situtations involivng himself ran through his mind.

They walked over the small grassy hills listening to the melodic silence.

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In the distance, a lone figure sat with her knees to her chest. Wondering what could've been. When you lose someone, especially a child,that is all that you think about. What could've been. It was so clear in her head. A quiet and cheery baby boy, a light sheet of blond hair and striking blue eyes. Pudgy little toes taking their first steps. Chubby little cheeks and little pouty red mouths whispering thier first word. A child, clinging to thier mother in the safety of their house. Then acting independent when with their friends. A teenager, having his first kiss. First heartbreak. A young adult. Graduating. A young man, leaving his mother behing but keeping her in her heart. And finally being meaningful and established in this materialistic world. But having a deep love for his mother who just wants her son.

If only it was reality. If only.

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Ryan soon spotted a woman sitting by herself. And as he got closer he saw the neverending stream of tears landing on the sweet scented grass. A warm feeling caught inside him. A comforting feeling. A queasy feeling. And suddenly the silence was broken.

"That is the mother of Jack." explained Mr. Hughes

Ryan kept walking while looking forgetting about where he was going. The grave. He just was looking. At the sky above, more thoughts and theories coming to life in his imagination. Forgetting about the crying women he bumped into her. He glanced at Mr.Hughes who was no longer walking as well. Then leaned down put his arm on the shoulder of the woman entranced in her own world.

"Sorry for bumping into you. I wasnt looking at where I was going. I am so sorry. Are you alright?"

The woman realizing someone was talking to her turned around and turned pale.

"Marissa? Marissa."

Suddenly the eyes of fear, danced with joy and she turned around and enloped him in to a hug and sobbed into his shoulder.

All she needed was a shoulder to cry on. His shoulder.