Walking down the streets and towns without getting tired, both Penelope and Damien made their way to the cemetery where his mother rested in the grave. They spent their time there with Damien who sat down on his knees on the ground while not speaking a word and letting him speak through his mind.
They had bought fresh flowers for his mother's grave, flowers that were all white which now laid on the marble stone.
Penny stood behind Damien, her hands holding together in front of her while she herself tried to speak some words in her mind while hoping that the woman's soul would accept her for her son.
Though the clouds hovered darkly in the sky, it had not started raining yet. She looked up at the sky, the clouds didn't move away even though the wind had started to increase along with the smell of air that was beginning to change due to the weather.
