The expansive cemetery was caught in a drizzle, a man stood alone, shielding himself from the rain with a black umbrella, before two tombstones.
The larger tombstone read:
"My beloved wife Ingrid Oliver— her departure is a loss for us all."
The other tombstone, slightly shorter, was positioned closely to the large one, like a child clinging onto its mother."
"My dear Lilith Oliver— this cruel world was too harsh on her."
The man turned around. Behind him stood another tombstone, unattended by any others. A coffin-shaped hole in the ground before the tombstone led to a downward staircase, extending into unseen depths.
He folded his black umbrella, letting the rain soak his clothes, and slowly made his way towards the abyss in front of the tombstone.
There was still an inscription on this tombstone.
"Garrett Oliver— He may have been happy once, but even he can't remember."
Garrett stepped out from the staircase and looked at the laminated glass to his side.
