The air was heavy with sorrow as Cynthia stood before the freshly dug grave, her heart heavy with grief.
Tears streaked down her cheeks. That moment played back in her thoughts over and over and over again. All Cynthia could think of was whether she could have done things differently somehow, whether she should have watched over her friend in more detail, or whether this was inevitable from the moment they signed up for this mission.
Now, Emma's final resting place lay before her, a somber reminder of the cost of wanting to help people.
Emma's bow, a symbol of her steadfast determination, rested solemnly upon the mound of earth. No one who passed by this grave, for whatever amount of time it lasted, would know who owned it, but Cynthia didn't want to take it away from her.
At the same time, it was a silent testament to the bond they shared, a promise Cynthia was making to carry on the fight in Emma's memory.
