Dark grey clouds cover the sky, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth. A light drizzle falls over the cemetery, creating soft patters against the leaves and the polished surface of Ava’s gravestone. I pull my coat tighter around my body, a quiet shiver running through my body—not just from the cold, but from the weight of this moment.
At my side, Jasper stands motionless, his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, his gaze locked on the engraved letters of Ava’s name. His jaw is tight, his throat working as if he’s struggling to swallow the emotions clawing at his chest.
Neither of us speaks at first. The silence is filled with the rustling of trees, the occasional distant roll of thunder. But it’s not an empty silence. It’s full of everything unsaid, of memories, of
