Derek's eyes lingered on the urns, each one holding the remains of someone he loved dearly. He took a shuddering breath, trying to come to terms with the weight of the situation.
Derek took a deep breath and reached out, tracing the patterns on the urns with his fingertips. "I see..." he murmured, his voice catching in his throat.
A distant memory resurfaced of a conversation around the dinner table where his parents had mentioned their wishes.
"They always said, after their passing, they wanted to be cremated,"
Liam slowly rose from his chair, placing a firm hand on Derek's shoulder. "Take a break now, Derek, let's continue this talk tomorrow."
Derek nodded slowly, tears brimming in his eyes but refusing to fall. Liam than stepped out of the room, pacing along the dimly lit corridor.
