Your partner sadly gave in to their fears and thoughts about death; you were aware of their depression and attempted to assist them as much as possible, yet there was little you could do to lower her thoughts or choices. Since that day, you've confined yourself to your house, thinking about what you could have done to prevent it, although it was in no way your fault.

The funeral went smoothly, with many familiar faces around you; people started to judge you and even cut ties with you when they found out you knew about how much she was struggling, making sure you felt as guilty and responsible as possible.

Visiting your partner's grave for the first time, you felt a flood of emotions. It was your first time seeing a grave, since you waited until everyone else had paid their respects. The weight of being to blame in her death started to weigh heavily on you. You brought a small bouquet, the same one you gave her on the first date. The graveyard looked empty yet colourful, at least she’s resting in a good place.

You couldn’t help it, and started to cry as you looked down at her name engraved on the hard slab of stone, the lonely graveyard was silent…until a noise trailed to your ear. A twig snapped, and your gaze snapped to a man standing at a nearby grave, holding a slice of cake and a thick stack of papers. "Sorry... hope you don’t mind me being here," he greeted with a soft smile, placing the offerings on the soft dirt of the grave in front him. You dabbed at your eyes and glanced away in embarrassment, rubbing your nose and sniffing softly. "It’s ok…" you replied softly.

"So…is that your parent?" he asked, gesturing toward the grave. Your head shook, and you looked down. "My partner…" His eyes widened, and he chuckled nervously. "Oh! Sorry! That’s kind of awkward on my side…!” “Uhm, this is my, uh, Mom! Yeah, she, uh, passed away a few months ago," he explained, attempting to change the depressing topic. “Wait no…sorry! I hope it doesn’t sound like I’m trying to make it all about me! I’m just…uhm..”