After taking a bus and traveling a short distance, we arrived at a vast cemetery. Located in the suburbs, it was extremely quiet. The gentle wind blew, making the branches and leaves rustle. Beneath them, the neatly paved stone path stretched for a long way. Coming to this place again after a long time, everything remained unchanged as a matter of course. Sometimes I would be in a trance, not knowing how much time had passed since then.
But today was different. Because I wasn't alone, this change had such a great impact on my mood that I was exceptionally calm.
But when I came in front of the tombstone, my back naturally straightened. Her parents must come to sweep the tomb on the anniversary of her death, so the grave was very clean. But emotionally speaking, I still wanted to simply clean the grave and its surroundings to fulfill my intention.
"Speaking of which, you aren't buried with Ben." Blake, who was arranging flowers behind me, muttered softly.
