"That is...So like you"

Nem muttered, glancing at the hunk of stone in front of him. His fingers were still locked tightly around the printed piece of paper. Letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, the boy started to fold the letter back into it's envelope. He didn't really know what to do with it. Something this tremendously important to him, shouldn't he keep it? But he also knew he would never want to look at it again.

But above everything else, a surge of overwhelming relief washed over him as soon as he had read the last words. He felt empty, cathartic, high. As if someone had opened a vent and let out all the tumultuous things that kept on swirling inside of him up until to this point.

"I don't think I'll come visit you again, sorry"

Nem glanced at the headstone expectantly, as if it could answer. Seth probably wouldn't mind. More over, he'd probably curse him if Nem kept on bothering him after death. The blond chuckled at that. 

"This is enough", Nem thought to himself as he sprung up from where he was seated. He knew what he wanted to do, and who he wanted to see. Feeling so giddy and light in a cemetery surely was against some moral code. But right now he didn't care. As if a padlock had been opened, for the first time in a long while, his head was filled with all kind of pleasant things, and only those pleasant things.