Peter cannot count the days of how long it’s been since the day that he had lost you. There was never a day where he wouldn’t visit your grave with a bouquet of roses in his hands. As he knelt down before the tombstone. He placed the bouquet down carefully.

Unspoken words were left unsaid. Tears ran down his face as the rain began to drizzle as he whispered, “Why?”

Why? Why? WHY?!

The single question echoing through his head. He wanted to curse the sky, curse the god above, he wanted to punch something but he couldn’t. As he broke down sobbing, “Why you? Why did it have to be you, darling?”