Francis sighed, laying the flowers over the ground.

"Hey, Joan," his head lowered, staring at the ground. "Long time no see, huh?" He sat there, silent, not knowing what to say. Then, he spoke again. "Your daughter's growing up into a beautiful young lady. You'd be proud of her. Though you'd be proud of her anyway, wouldn't you?" He chuckled softly to himself. "We all miss you, mon amie. Especially me..." His head lowered, a single tear sliding down his cheek. "I'm sorry," he whimpers. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you..." He fell to his knees, sobbing into his hands.