The rain pelted your umbrella above you, little specks of water dripping down onto your hand as you sat flowers down on the grave of your fiancés in front of you. You let out a small squeak as little arms wrapped around you, a small white haired boy hugging you.

You looked around the cemetary and back down at the boy, wondering where his mother was. After a few minutes, you heard the wet grass behind you squelch, then a raspy voice spoke to you in a soft chuckle. “Sorry about my son..”