Eve Thompson crept forward, steps light and barely making a sound.
She slowly approached and stood behind Irvin Sharman.
He was staring at the tombstone.
Her sister's photo and name were clearly etched on it.
The new grave was clean and free of dust, with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums swaying in front of the tombstone.
Eve stopped ten steps away from Irvin.
All she could see was his back.
Bending over, he suddenly crouched in front of the tombstone. He shakily reached a hand out, touching her sister's photo on the tombstone, before clenching his fist and smashing it hard against the ground.
"Bang!" Blood splattered from his hand!
However, he seemed to be immune to pain, kneeling on the ground with his head down.
After a while, the man choked back a sob, his voice repressed and low, "I'm sorry..."
"I didn't expect it to be like this..."
"I'm sorry... it's my fault..."
As he spoke, he covered his head with his hands.
