That day, Soren wanted nothing more than to acknowledge his mother's death anniversary, even if it was already late. He had missed the actual date because of the drowning accident, and now, stationed in the north, returning home to visit her grave was impossible.
He told himself that it didn't have to be elaborate.
Just a brief moment of silence, a thought spared for her in the middle of the day and something small, but sincere.
Remembering her no longer came with sharp pain, only a steady weight he had grown used to carrying. It was familiar, and quiet.
The pain was there but it was quite manageable.
Or probably because, he thought it himself.
What Soren hadn't expected was how the day would refuse to stay simple.
Events unfolded one after another, leaving him little time to linger on his thoughts.
