The graveyard was surprisingly loud.

Because of my late relative. All my other relatives have come for a visit on the 1st year of his death.

Me too, even though I only saw him once or twice in my whole lifetime. But obviously, "reputation".

I sneaked out from the crowd, walking around the graveyard when I spotted a man in front of a gravestone, surrounded by flowers.

He seemed to be crying.

Meh, my curiosity took over so I tiptoed over in my high heels....

"Hey."