He usually went to the one place where he could have some peace. Usually, the tracks provided the clarity he needed, but sometimes, he required something else.
After the things that went through his mind, he just needed a friend who would listen. But someone who would not judge or share his unwarranted opinion. Therefore, he visited one of his bestfriends.
"Well, thanks for listening." He retraced the engraved name marked on the stone before him. "You always knew when to keep silent." He added as a joke, mildly chuckling.
"I know..." He laughed a bit. "I guess it is a bad joke." He uttered as he stood and straightened his body. "But seriously, I miss you so much, Camilla."
He considered her one of the most valuable people in his life. His late wife had become his best friend in the short time they lived together as husband and wife.
