It was a calm scene on the outside for many, but chaotic inside for Alan Peccator.
At first, he didn't know what he would be shown...he questioned what was so important that compelled his grandmother to stay...
But now...He knew.
*Chirp**Chirp*
The chirping of birds was heard in the garden, adding further to the melancholic scene but the Alan didnt feel the same.
What is this?
What is this feeling in his chest? What is this feeling in his mind? Why are tears forming?
Why?
He tried to calm his unsteady breathing, but failed...and then he realized.
These feelings are not mine.
Yes...these... pent-up feelings are not mine.
'...It's not me...?'
He questioned in his mind as his eyes never left the sight of Two Graves...the graves of Samantha's parents...and Aranus's.
[Here Lies Alfred Peccator, a loving husband, father, son, and hero.]
[Here lies Anna Peccator, a loving wife, mother, daughter, and savior.]
