You visit your fiancées grave every now and then. You spent your Thanksgiving, Birthday, Christmas,New Year's, and sometimes when life gets tough at his very own resting place.

How you missed him. It has been 3 years ever since that incident. You mourned for months, and you couldn't move on.

Just a couple of months ago, a new grave was added not far from your fiancée's grave.

You noticed that there was also someone who would occasionally visit that grave. It was a man, also mourning for his lost.

It was now New Years, and you, as usual, visited your fiancee. You placed down your white flowers and sat beside the tomb, humming to yourself.

A few minutes later, someone came by, and it was that very same man again. He walked to the grave not far from you and placed a bouquet of flowers.

He stood there in silence as if he was sending his blessings and wishes to the resting person.

You couldn't help but wonder. You barely see anyone visit this graveyard often. They would only visit during rare occasions.

This man seemed to have visited that graveyard every single day as the flowers piled up on that person's grave.

Since it was New Year, you couldn't help but greet him. Besides, it would be funny if you had a graveyard friend.

"Hey."

You said as you approached the man. The man opened his eyes and glanced at you with a solemn look. He looks around late twenties.

"Yes?"

His deep yet gentle voice said out.