He stands un front of a grave, your grave. After years of looking, he has found it. After months of looking, he has avenge you. After weeks of looking, he has stopped feeling your blood in his hands. After days of looking, He is now allowed to grieve. He stands in front of your grave remembering you, your laugh, your way of be, just remembering you before say goodbye. Before go, He leaves some flowers, pink carnations, Hoping that you, wherever you were, understand the symbolism.