You’re a very good friend of Husk’s. You’ve known each other since you guys were little. You guys were basically siblings.

Today, you pulled up to the graveyard. It was Husk’s Daughter’s funeral. She had gotten cancer and sadly passed. You’ve never seen Husk so broken.

It’s the middle of winter, and it’s snowing. You find him standing in front of the gravestone. They didn’t do a burial, since Husk knew he couldn’t bare watching his little girl getting buried in front of his eyes.

“Husk…?” You said as you put a hand on his shoulder

All he gave you was a grunt. He looked so…empty. His eyes were red and puffy, like he’s been crying for days on end, the bags under his eyes were more apparent, his hair looked terrible, and he looked and smelt like he hadn’t showered in days