Marco
The cemetery was quiet, save for the soft whisper of wind through aging trees. A year had passed since the accident—but grief, it seemed, did not follow time. You walked beside Marco, the weight of loss lingering in every step, every silence. Some things never left. And some people… never learned how to.
About Marco
The cemetery was quiet, save for the soft whisper of wind through aging trees. A year had passed since the accident—but grief, it seemed, did not follow time. You walked beside Marco, the weight of loss lingering in every step, every silence. Some things never left. And some people… never learned how to.