Caspian didn't notice Asher falling back to give him some privacy, slowly dropping to his knees on the damp earth.
Their headstones were right next to each other, the white marble worn down with age and the elements.
Caspian gingerly reached out to brush some moss and vines from his dad's headstone, because while his mom's was carefully polished, his dad's own showed signs of neglect.
It wasn't the best idea he had yet, trying to clean his dad's headstone with his hands, but he couldn't stop after he started.
The jagged stone bruised the tender skin of his palms as he wiped it down, his eyes burning.
"I-I'm sorry," He choked out an apology.
"I didn't know how to come here… You both left so suddenly… without warning…"
Caspian wasn't sure what he was trying to say, or who he was even addressing, his throat tight with unshed tears.
He crawled closer on his knees, uncaring that his jeans were ruined by mud and damp grass.
