Can777

Oh no, my angel, you are not gone. You are simply somewhere else now! Free from pain, fear and mortality. You stand before me, happy and laughing. Your fragrance drifts through the corridors. Your aura is everywhere. Your smile so incredibly...

No one knew him well. And no one knew exactly who he was or where he came from. He always came to the very old cemetery on the outskirts of town on weekends. Mostly on Sundays. His dark suit looked worn and frayed. But one could tell...