The deceased have vanished without a trace, never to leave any mark in this world again, while those who are alive have to endure the dual torment of memories and loss.
Aldana fell from her wheelchair, collapsing onto the cold stone slab in front of the tombstone, screaming her heart out.
Warm tears dripped onto the damp stone surface, mixing with the cold rainwater.
This memorial visit was nearly two years late.
The downpour from the heavens fell heavily, drizzling over the cemetery with a dull sound of mourning.
A shadow in black stood outside the cemetery; Trenton Smith did not come in. He stood far away in front of the car, facing the direction of the tombstone, his composed and scholarly face blurred in the rain.
All emotions were isolated by the rain in his eyes.
