rich had been through a lot in the last through weeks -- more tears and emotions that he had ever thought he could have. he had been completely metal and didn't think overpowering emotions could exist.
until he met her.
grace had been like some sort of bright colours in his monochrome life. he had loved her with everything and when she was taken away from him it was as if his world was crashing down around him. he hadn't been able to handle it, had had been awful really. every single second had been more painful than the last. he hadn't even gotten to say goodbye.
but somehow because of that, when he was stood in front of her grave -- where he knew she was and knew she would at least be safe from the horror of the world -- he was able to smile as he threw the flowers down.
only a small smile, but it was there.