So her mother died. Her mother died. Like his. It's not the same she says, because he saw it happen. Because his father did it and he had to watch and live with it.

She just got the news. But he still knows the feeling. He still knows.

She's been sitting on the first row bench for hours. There were a lot of people at the funeral actually. But Lena was the only close family who came.

And now she's sitting there. Still staring at the casket. The people, whoever do that, are not allowed to take it away unless Lena walks away from it.

But she can't get herself to.

He has his blazer over his arm as he walks over to her. Taking a seat next to her as he looks at her.

He puts her hair behind her ear so he can see her face. Her side profile is so pretty. So soft.

"Come on, Lena. It's time to go home."