She’s sitting there, watching the leaves fly by her in the wind. Her pale face is completely emotionless. How can she look so carefree? How can she look like that when she knows... when she can clearly feel the loss... How can she look like that when she knows her child isn’t ever coming back to her?
He’s watching her from behind a tree, not knowing she has already felt his presence. He is pale too; tears would fall from his eyes if he let them. But he is the Man; he shouldn’t cry... that’s what his father always told him, he must be strong. For himself yes, but also... for her... His dearly beloved wife... and him..
