Elara stood at the front of two different graves being entangled together as tears streamed down her face. She started at the graves and couldn't contain the lumps that filled her throat. Her knees felt weak and she fell flat on the floor, couldn't take her eyes off the grave as she reminisced all the good moments together. Behind her was Tracy who couldn't hold herself either and was rolling on the floor, wanting to hurt herself. "Mom! Dad! Why??" Tracy wailed. Thinking about how she only had Tracy in her life at the moment, she spat out the lumps and coughed out profusely as she tried her best to gather her strength. She gazed and her sister and her heart sank. Cleaning her face with the gown she was putting on, she sniffed and stood up as she staggered to where her sister was and tried to hold her to be stronger.