Hear My Truth—I

A teenage Magnus stood still in front of a graveyard with a stony expression. Roland was kneeling in front of the graveyard even though his younger cousin had always been a slowpoke, a weirdo, and everything that's incompetent, he was always around him, attached to the hip which made it difficult for one not to feel anything upon seeing such a bright person to kneel in front of a graveyard with tears running down his face.

He turned towards his aunt who had said nothing. Her face didn't say much but he knew what the woman was feeling. His aunt promised to love all her husbands equally but losing them cause all the pain to double.

Magnus continued to watch them in silence as both his parents were absent on the day of the funeral.