Life moved past and added years on the date which Vukan took his life. The days that followed had been painstakingly slow, while time seemed to do its best to ensure every single person involved with him and who had played a role in his life, never forgot what art they had played. They were made to cast their thoughts beyond their naiveties and beyond personal ignorance, to figure out what they had done wrong and how they could have acted differently.
It was a hard and tedious road from the moment few family and friends had gathered around to lay his body to rest.
Years passed and now in the moment, he lowered his head and toyed with a wrist band he had picked up from Vukan's wrist before they lowered him into the pit. He toggled and toyed with the band until he felt boredom slowly beginning to kick in. he wasn't sure of how long he had been there but it was definitely a while.
