“I told you this job wasn’t for you”

he muttered, tired eyes watching as you sat there in front of the headstone. The wind blowing your hair slightly— quiet and cold.

to his surprise you weren’t tearing up, sobbing hysterically. But he figured that was because you’d already cried any tears you had left the night you got home.

your mind felt blank, empty like you couldn’t even make up any coherent thought of last night. The soft burning of his cigarette audible in the background.