Bonus

                                    

                                          
Third-POV
Five Years Later
"Dad, where's Mum?" Little four-year-old Killian's voice broke through the silence, his wide eyes filled with innocent curiosity as he tugged at Ezra's sleeve.
Ezra paused, looking down at his son. "She's at the grave, buddy," he said gently, his voice soft but steady. "Come on, let's grab your sister and brother, and we'll go see her."
Killian nodded eagerly, his small feet already in motion as he ran off to find his siblings.
Once they were all ready, Ezra drove them to the church. The car ride was quiet, the kids too young to fully understand the weight of the day, but the air inside the vehicle was thick with an unspoken understanding. This day—this visit—had become a tradition, one that would never be forgotten.
Ezra parked the car and got out, opening the doors for his kids. They all walked together towards the graveyard, the path familiar, yet heavy with the same sadness each year.
When they reached the grave, the sight of someone sitting in front of it stopped Ezra in his tracks. She was hunched over, silently crying. Without a word, he walked up behind her, pulling her into an embrace.
"It's okay, love," he whispered into her hair, the words meant for both her and for himself. "He's in a better place now."
The woman in his arms, Angela, nodded, though the tears continued to fall. She wiped them away quickly, trying to compose herself for the sake of those around her. When she turned to him, she forced a small smile, her eyes red from the years of grief.
"I know," she said softly. "I'll be fine, don't worry, darling." She gave him a smile that didn't reach her eyes, trying to reassure him as much as herself.
Ezra kissed the top of her head and smiled back, but his gaze drifted to the grave, the name etched in stone: Kevin. Their son. Their boy who should have been here with them today.
Even after all these years, the pain never really went away. The hole in their family was still there, and it always would be. The loss of Kevin had shaped them in ways they couldn't explain.
The family gathered around the grave, laying flowers and gifts, honoring the memory of the son and twin brother they would never forget. They sat on the grass together, eating, laughing, crying, telling stories, as they had every year since Kevin's death.
A lot had changed since the day they lost him. The news had come so suddenly, a cruel twist of fate after Angela gave birth to the twins. The doctors had said they lost one of the babies—Kevin. Angela had woken up a week later, her heart already breaking, but it shattered even more when they told her the news. She had a twin son, but he wasn't coming home.
The grief had consumed her in those first days. She couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't even leave her room. The weight of a mother's loss is something no one can ever truly understand until they experience it. It was the kind of pain that never truly heals.
But slowly, with the love of her family, Angela started to heal. It wasn't quick, it wasn't easy, but she came back, for her family—for Killian.
When Killian was old enough to understand, they told him about his twin brother. The news saddened him deeply, and he would often talk about Kevin as if he were still alive, asking about him, wondering why he wasn't there to play with him. He would say he wished he could have met him, that he wanted Kevin to be a part of his life.
The pain never went away, but life continued on. Some scars stay with you forever, marking the path you've walked and the people you've lost. Some people, like Angela, have the strength to move forward, but it's a journey that's never without its struggles.
"Some things don't always end with happiness," Angela had once told Ezra, her voice quiet but firm. "Some people have it hard, and some of us... we carry our pain with us. But that's why we need each other. We need the ones we love to be there when the weight becomes too much to bear."
As they sat on the grass that day, surrounded by those who still cared for them, they realized how true that was. Sometimes it's the hardest moments that shape you the most. And even though their hearts still ached, they knew they weren't alone. They had each other.
And for that, they were grateful.
"Thank you," Angela whispered, her words barely audible, but her heart full of gratitude. "For being with me through all of this. For being here."
Ezra squeezed her hand, and they sat together, letting the warmth of their family surround them, holding on to the love they still had, even in the face of loss.
Goodbye, Kevin. Always remembered, never forgotten.