Was there any questions left? Any ‘what comes next?’

It didn’t matter to him, everything that could ever matter was just memories now, buried underneath.

He craned his head high enough to re-read the gravel Incased text.

_In loving memory, Veronica Jones, wife and mother. _

__

He couldn’t anymore- the reality of it all, it felt like a cruel dream he was forced to burden till the end of his days. All without **her. **