His half lidded eyes watch safely from the shadows of the trees. They scanned over the crowd, surveying their pained faces and puffy eyes. He supposed that's what happened at funerals, though he never thought he'd be able to see his own.

His eyes went back to the casket as it lowered to the ground. Then they watched you slowly walk up to the hole in the ground and place a black rose on the top of the wooden box. The tears in your eyes made him want to run out in that moment and take you in his arms, tell you everything was okay. But he couldn't. That would put your life at risk. He just couldn't.