A sense of yearning engulfed me as I bent down to place a bunch of fresh freesias in front of my parents' tombstone. My heart longed to meet them again and laugh with them. A sigh escaped my lips as I straightened my back to look at their graves, glad that I didn't feel so tormented as I did before.
Smiling to myself softly, I turned around and started walking away from there. It has been a few months since Michael's passing. I wouldn't say that I am completely moved on from what had happened, but I have healed to a point that it doesn't hurt me when I think about my parents anymore.
I glanced up as I walked to see Cole standing in front of his parents' tombstone, bowing his head down in respect. When he heard me approaching, he turned to the side to look at me, and a warm smile tugged
