At the beach.

"Did I just kiss a psychopath?"

While we walked into the cemetery, I stared at every gravestone, they were so many. Seeing the names of the people who have come and gone crafted on it, the old, the middle-aged, the young, I wondered how they died, wondered if they were better off in the afterlife or if there was an afterlife. 

It sent a shiver down my spine and once I remembered how much I mourned that snake I believed was my mother, I couldn't help but feel deep regret. 

We walked and walked, I carefully took peeps at Chris' face. He looked fine but as we came closer to a certain grave, I saw his countenance change. 

He knelt before it. He needed space. I took a few steps backwards, giving him just that.

"Christy Shore" was her name. There were so many flowers on her grave and some around it. she must have been a sweet soul. 

He just stared while maintaining silence and I could very much relate. Minutes later, he had gotten up.