*Aaron*
I watch as she kneels at the foot of a mound of dirt covered in flowers. “I had no tears for him today. I wept them all last night”. She says quietly.
Crouching beside her, I drape my forearm over my thigh. I am in an odd place, not so much the cemetery as offering comfort. I have always been about the laughs, the fun, the pleasure when it comes to women. She is causing me to delve beneath the surface and I am not sure I like it. Yet the alternative is not to be here for her, and I like that notion even less. “I would have thought he would have a monstrous headstone”.
“Oh he does. It’s a huge angel carved from stone that will watch over him, us. The vicar said it would be best to wait a year before putting it in place. Apparently, it takes the ground a while to settle after it’s
