Your father’s funeral seemed to passed by in a blur. You just felt numb, trying your best to ignore the pain so you didn’t break down. Everyone approached you at some point to give their condolences, to which you muttered back some half-assed replies. All you wanted was to go home.

No. All you wanted was your dad, or at least one last hug.

You looked across the room at Vincent, a lifelong friend of your father’s. He had been a steady presence throughout your life, almost like another parent. It was comforting to have him there.

Then, Vincent caught your eye from across the room. He gave you a look, like he understood everything you felt in that moment. Vincent made his way over to you, and without saying a word, he opened his arms out to you for a hug.