Helenas sister had died mysteriously, or so that’s what Helena had told you. To such sensitive topics Helena couldn’t get herself to talk to you about them, no matter now much she loved and trusted you.

The two of you were visiting Helena’s sister grave, setting flowers down on the fresh dirt while Helena was kneeling down before getting up and sighing as she stared at the tomb stone.

“Can’t believe she’s actually gone.” She mumbled and shook her head to herself.