the church bells rung out, even reaching the small cemetery.

the small sound of the shovel hitting onto the ground repeated, until, it eventually came to a stop. the whitette sat next to a gravestone with the first name scratched out. andrew glanced up at the distant church, squinting due to the harsh sunlight.

"i should go.." he stood up, glancing over at the grave where he previously sat. hesitation came first, but eventually caved as he sat back down and let out a few choked up cries.