A graveyard. Lonely, empty grave and raindrops falling from the branches of the dead trees. A stone in a wide abandoned field, hidden in mist… and countless nameless graves down in the valley. Everything around me died.
I was staring at the dark sky from the rooftop of the Blackthorn’s house the next night after Mark came home.
When you try your best, but you don’t succeed, when you get what you want, but not what you need… the slow cords of the melancholic song reached me through the slightly open window of my room.
“What?” Mark asked a bit startled. Just a moment ago I laughed at his joke and now I was staring in front of me with empty eyes. We were on the rooftop for an hour or so already, trying to decide what to do and enjoy a little fresh air.
Mark was back for a second night,
