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My birth date and date of death. There was also a short tribute on the down part of my tombstone that says ‘Gone To Soon, But Not Forgotten’ I let myself sink to my knees, as I sweep away the dry brittle leaves with my fingers, cleaning the surface hurriedly, my eyes burning with tears but I refuse to cry out. Unlike other graveyards on our way here, with bouquets of flowers, letters and incense sticks. Mine had nothing. Just bare, empty and abandoned. Cain was so cruel!

A rock once void of meaning now is a sombre canvas painted with the echoes of lost lives. I walk to each and every one of the graves, my fingers tracing their names forever etched in stone. These are the people who had given me hope when all had been lost to me. These are the very people who had lost their lives to protect mine. These are the very people who died so that I could live. I will never be able to atone them for all that they had sacrificed. It should have been me lying six feet underground. I stop at the doctor’s tombstone and place a yellow rose on it. Then, I sit down beside her tombstone, near the mound of brown dirt that covers it and offer a soft-spoken prayer to her, "May y

P 🕯⛼🕯 ╚═══════════════╝ My eyes trailed at the letters scraped on the gravestone with sorrowful eyes, yet no tears dared to escape. My hands reached for the candles as I lit one up again. "It's my first time visiting your grave after a year again." I said as I reached for the tombstone to brush off some dirt covering his name. "The caretakers here don't clean your tombstone, don't they?" "You really need to leave me here, huh?" I sighed as I laughed. "Damn, if only I can go here every day, I'll be the one cleaning your tombstone."

Deep in the cemetery, there was a conspicuous tombstone. Lined with lush pine trees on both sides, it was vibrant and full of life. Ronan leaned slightly and placed the bouquet of white roses in front of the tombstone. The tombstone bore the inscription "Grave of beloved wife Lyra," and there was a profound sadness in his eyes that couldn't be dispelled. He gently caressed the tombstone, his lips twitching slightly, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately unable to speak. Ronan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the tombstone clean.

The tombstones sat like broken teeth all crooked and gray and tired. And then I saw them. The two identical black marble slabs. No flowers and no framed photos and no fucking candles because I couldn’t bear it. My steps were slow at first each one dragging like a weight was chained to my ankles. My chest hurt and it was thw kind of pain I hadn’t known existed like someone had scooped out my heart with a rusted spoon and left a hollow cavity that whistled every time I breathed. Adrianna Moretti. Beloved Daughter. Good Mother. Fierce Soul.

“Take it away, Caius!” I remained silent. “Great job!” Turning back around, she grabbed her shovel and continued our trek deeper into the ocean of marked graves. Her blonde ponytail swished back and forth as she sang. “If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends. Make it last forever, friendship never ends.” A gust of wind passed through the headstones, ripping through the bows of the old willow trees planted in between every two dozen plots. Leaves skirted along the ground, crunching softly beneath our feet.

The truth that your loved ones could cease to exist at any moment? “We’re here”. I heard him say. And it was only then that I blinked several times to clear my vision. And my heart clenched excruciatingly as my gaze settled on the tombstone in front of me. The words ‘Hope Grant. 3rd Feb, 2023 – 3rd Feb, 2023. Forever loved’ were engraved.

Lyla walked up to my side and placed her hand on my shoulder, as if comforting me, telling me it was okay. “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust” The priest said. Sebastian was the first one to be handed a shovel, he removed a bit of earth with it, he tossed it onto the coffin, his grandfather was next and I followed. I watched as the sand fluttered into the hole, landing silently on the casket. That was supposed to be my goodbye, but can I call it goodbye when it’s my first time meeting her? When we got back to the mansion, I entered my room and put on some music. It was a playlist of mine that I named Down the river. I had selected those songs the night my grandfather died.

He wanted to drive to the cemetery right now and dig until he knew for certain. Instead he stood there gripping the counter, breathing. His wife slept peacefully in the next room. The woman who had given him the first real peace he'd ever known. The same woman who might have emptied his brother's grave. Jose looked at his own reflection and felt something ugly shift in his chest. Part of him didn't care. Part of him just wanted to keep the life he'd built no matter what crawled out from under it. He deleted the messages. Then emptied the trash folder too.

We stayed energetic up until the music is almost ending. I stared at Tim as he sung the outro lyrics devotedly. “If we only die once, I wanna die with you. If we only live once, I wanna live...” he then stared at me and smiled. “With you.”