d, creating an oddly comforting smell. we both look ahead at the freshly dug grave, a body laying limp on the moist soil. he tightens his grip. "sorry," i faintly whisper. this was the only way, our only option to freedom. i turn to him, a crying mess. fat beads of tears roll down his cheeks, his face smudged with dirt and blood. i wrap my arms around his lean frame, resting my head on his shoulder. "it was the only way." i mutter. his tears fall harder and his quiet plea turns into a sob. i run my hand on his back in circles, comforting him. but behind this sorrow, i hold a smile. he's so beautiful when he cries.