The cemetery was dark and quiet, with tall oak trees surrounding it all, rustling softly along with the wind. The pale moon hid behind the clouds, casting a ghostly glow on the gravestones below.

Especially one in particular.

Cassius Hawthorne, it read. A surface so cool and grey, just like the wind all around.

There in front of it stood a boy, tall and with a heart so heavy, eyes so grey--fixated on the name carved into the stone. He stuffed his hands in his black coat pockets, staring. A jumbled mess of emotions as he stood before the grave.

His twin brother's grave.

Silence. A beautifully haunting silence. Until footsteps approached from behind and a girl stepped beside him. "Alas," she whispered into the cool night, holding up a bouquet of tiny white hawthorns. "I got the flowers." Black and white.

The boy looked at her and a relieved smile fell on his lips as he took her hand. Then they both turned towards the grave, letting the silence fall around once again.

Just the two of them. And the vast, empty cemetery. Dark and quiet. And the moon hidden above.

They didn't say anything. No unspoken words to the grave. Just silence conveying heartfelt messages.

The girl sighed and leaned down to place the white hawthorns on the stone, her fingers grazing against it, lingering there for a brief moment.

The boy brought up the sleeve of his free hand and wiped under his eyes, tears of loss and pain that he needed to get used to. Wanted to.

"He'll finally rest now," The girl whispered, curling her hands around the boy's arm and leaning against him.

"Because I'm here." The boy whispered too.

The girl smiled at him, a soft, loving smile. "And you remember him."

A smile tugged on his lips, relieved and sad, happy and weightless. And he glanced over at his twin's grave. He'll remember. He will always remember him.

A gentle breeze blew across the cemetery, pushing the two together and close.

The clouds drifted away from the moon, letting it spread its beautiful glow all around. The dark cemetery not so eerie anymore.

And if Cassius was here, he'd smile. And he'd be relieved and sad, happy and weightless. Just like his brother.

Oak leaves rustled all around. Birds chirping sad little melodies.

A hauntingly beautiful silence as the girl and the boy stood before the grave. Together.