Draken was on the balcony, drowning in his own misery.

Today was the day of Emma's funeral and though the funeral had already ended several hours ago, he stayed at her grave, gently putting flowers on it. He had his hair down and wore a black tux. He stared out into the distance, looking at the moon and the stars, as he felt the tears in his eyes rush in like a wave.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this... I never...- I never even told her I loved her..." Draken sobbed. One of the strongest men you'd ever seen, was now breaking down Infront of Emma's grave.