Thunder struck the sky and heavy rain poured down. A large crowd gathered in the cemetery, to witness the aftermath of the tragic event.
A figure stood in the front wearing a half-front open black shirt and pants, his hair looked dishevelled and eyes red. Signifying he hasn't slept a second last night.
A guard was holding an umbrella above his head.
One of the council guards crouches down to place the body wrapped in white muslin cloth, into the casket. When the man's fists clench.
"Tomorrow after they kill me...I want you to touch me one last time...I want.....I want you....to be the one to lower my dead body into the coffin...your touch is the last touch I want to remember... Zach"
The last conversation they had made Zach's fists open up. And he speaks, making the guard's hand st
