Alastor was sitting on the ground as the rain poured on him, but he did not care, he simply kept his head down as he rested a hand on the grave in front of him. It had only been a month since his mother's death, that was the hardest month he had ever been through.

"Mom, I'm tired."

Alastor murmured. He thought he was alone, but a few steps away from him was you, holding flowers and an umbrella as you looked at Alastor. It was the second time you saw him in that state, looking so depressed, the first time was a month ago, at his mother's funeral. You didn't know what to do, whether to go to him and comfort him, or leave him alone, assuming he wanted to be alone.