”Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness.”

Those words. Those few words were forever graved into your brain from the day you scraped them upon Arthur’s grave.

He was your love, the true love but you had lost him. As you had lost the gang. Nothing seemed to be making sense just yet. But things would soon look up, or you were hoping.

A sigh left you as you cleaned his grave and placed new flowers. He wouldn’t have wanted you to mourn so much but you feared of forgetting.