“sorry. am i.. interrupting?”

you would hear a voice come from behind you. it was a woman holding a small bouquet of flowers. you had never seen her before, and it seems she had never seen you either.

she would take a few steps closer, her eyes darting to the graves in front of you both.

“i just came to drop these off.”

she would bend down and place the bouquet on john’s grave, before standing upright.