Dryn walked to the graveyard, a reef with white roses in his arms. His expression was rather saddened. He took a deep breath before walking inside, making his way to his parents' graves. He arrived at their graves after a while before kneeling down.
"Hey, Mom and Dad...," said Dryn. "Kinda chilly out here, isn't it...? Loads of things happened lately. To start out, Mandic, a friend of Corrben's, told me that Corrben really doesn't hate me so much. I'm thinking of getting him something for Yule despite of not know what he even likes."
He then sighed softly.
"Then there's the fact that I almost control over myself."
He gave a small smile.
"But don't worry. Dad and Uncle Maldam made something for me to make sure that wouldn't happen."
He rubbed the back of his head.
"Then there was separation of family. To be honest, I feel kind of torn about it. This was the family that took me in after... Well, you know... This year had a lot of troubles. But...because of it, I had made new friends. Like Bretthera for one. She's a nice girl. I think you would have liked her."
A tear streamed down his face, causing him to be close to crying.
"I miss you both a lot... I know that you're watching over me but... When I was at this party thing, my memory had gone to the times that we spent together. Of how much fun we all had..."
He cleared his throat before putting the reef between the graves.
"Happy Yule, Mom and Dad..."
It was only then that he began to cry, dropping to his knees.
