'In the loving memory of Martins Montana.' That was what was going to be encrusted on the grave soon. It was such a mystery how one could be wrapped up in your arms one minute, and then be six feet under the ground the next minute. Mila patted my back as I cried with so much pain in my heart. After the funeral, I had asked mom and Dad to leave, as I wanted to spend some more time alone at the cemetery. Mom was already 5 months gone and she grew easily tired these days. They were reluctant at first, but when Mila volunteered to stay back with me, they decided to leave.
"Lana," She intertwined my hand with hers. "I'm so sorry." She muttered.
"I know. I know." I nodded. I could really understand that Mila felt really sad about it all. She probably felt guilty about Martins death, which wa
