Marrowstone city, Saint Amand Chapel.
The funeral of the late son of Sir Jericho is being held, and the place is packed with many family, friends, business associates of the business man, who came to mourn his loss and show him their support.
In the front where the altar is situated, sits the coffin of the dead young man, resting untimely in the afterlife.
His father, Sir Jericho, sits in the first row with his weeping wife, as he stares at his son's coffin, bleeding inside.
The priest just made the prayer and announced it was time for the young man to be buried.
Sir Jericho said no word. He was silent and lost. But he knew he had to let go.
His son is gone from this world, and away from his embrace.
The coffin is moved to the cemetery not too far away, and it is buried six feet int
