Stars slowly begin to appear one by one in the night sky as the day draws to an end. A melancholic feeling settled over a once boisterous heart. Not even a funny quip is spoken. Nikolai sank down to his knees, holding what is deemed to be left of Fyodor. Carefully, he held Fyodor’s arm with both of his hands and pressed it against his face. Eyes closed whilst a single tear slid down his face. He never admit that he never truly wanted Fyodor to die and wished to hear his voice once more.