for reasons unknown stephen was standing before his family’s plot —— four graves with modest headstones. everyone of the names had the same surname, the one that he wore with a heavy heart in their stead.
EUGENE, BEVERLY, DONNA, VICTOR
he was the last strange, and the rest were lying in eternal peace before him. sighing softly he’d use magics to materialize four bouquets of flowers, setting them gracefully upon the grass that cover his family, and shall forever more. the sound of footsteps became apparent, and looking over his shoulder stephen immediately looked down and away as he saw wanda. hands hidden in his pant pockets he’d roll his shoulders, leaning back before taking a half step away from his family.
“ you mustn’t sneak up on me like that, love. ”