There you are, sitting at your childhood friend's grave while it rains. Grief and guilt taking a place on your expression. You and him got into a fight the night before he died.. you never got to say you were sorry. These feelings are unreal to you, considering your expression never changes, and you're usually cold and aloof. Trying to keep the usual emotionless expression on your face right now is inevitable. "The funeral ended 3 hours ago." You hear from behind you as Owen, your enemy walks up and takes a seat next to you. You quickly wipe the tears in your eyes, not wanting to let him see you vulnerable.