Lots of foreshadowing to what my next story will be because this is one of the 7 last chapters...
~Eko.
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There is a long while of silence between Wendy and I as the bus stops by the graveyard. I sigh and get up, Wendy after me as we both walk off the bus, Wendy holding a lantern in her hand.

"Thanks for coming...."

I smile and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry about it."

"Stan, I swear to God, I doubt this guy's grave is here," Kyle's voice yells.

"I know it is, I'm certain of it."

"I think I know it is here," Kenny says.

"See? It's here, I know it is.... at least his sister is here!"

"Stan! You're way too obsessed with whatever the fuck this person is."

"No I'm not, Ky, he is here, I know he is!"

"What is it that makes you so obsessed with him so suddenly?" Kenny asks.

"I don't know, I woke up and had to come!"

"Stan, stop, for the love of God, stop!" Kyle screams.

"It's here!"

Wendy and I look at each other before walking to the direction. There the trio is, Stan looking at a grave.

"So um...... hi?"

"Don't talk to the grave, Stan."

"Shut up!"

Stan looks down at the grave in silence before laughing.

"They got your birth year wrong."

"H-How do you know that?" Kyle asks.

"We're related."

"No fucking way."

"Yes way."

There is a moment of silence before Stan sighs.

"Is there a shovel? Clearly nobody gives a shit about the condition of this one."

"Stan.... you weren't looking for this one."

"I doubt he's here, he didn't live here. But I kinda thought they might have laid him with his sister considering how close two of them were."

I roll my eyes. He's fucking insane.

"Stan, I'm seriously freaked out by how easily you went 'one of them is here, are you coming'," Kyle says.

Kenny, however, doesn't look so freaked out.

"Do you remember anything else?" Kenny asks.

"About what?"

"Never mind."

"No. What should I be remembering?"

"Nothing interesting.You haven't even lived it yet."

"Lived what?"

"Don't worry about it, Stanny."

"I do, I worry about it."

Kyle sighs and puts a rock on the grave.

"What now, Stan? Do you know some other person's place on this graveyard creepily well?"

"I do."

Kyle sighs but Stan look down at the grave.

"I mean....where are her kid at?"

"She had kids?!"

"Three, one died the first winter she was alive but the other two lived to adulthood, one outliving their mother."

"Stan. How do you know all this?" Wendy asks.

"Lucky guesses?"

"They're not! Where are the graves at then?" Kenny asks.

"I'm not exactly sure...... I know they moved here."

Kenny nods and grabs him by the hand, dragging him somewhere.

"Stan's crazy," I mutter.

Kyle nods.

"No really, he called me at three am, saying that someone was buried here. I said in the morning and he called me at six, saying it again."

"Holy shit. It isn't even open that early," Wendy says.

"That's what I told him and he called again at nine, the minute this place opens actually. Then I said that he could use a little bit of sleep so he called me again at twelve and now we're here."

"He called you every three hours?"

"Yeah, he did. Stan's gone crazy about this guy since last night."

There's a moment of nothing before Stan and Kenny come back.

"We found it."

"You did?! It exists?!" Kyle asks.

"Yeah? Of course it does!"

Wendy grabs me and walks to the right towards her mom's grave.

"I know it sounds interesting but if I spend more time in here I will start crying and probably have a panic attack."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, I just told you that so you wouldn't worry."

Wendy stops at her mothers one, kneeling down to put the lantern on the stick, this meaning she has to put her gloves to the side so she can go through the stupidity that is the lantern.

"Hi mom."

It's as if in a flash when I realise that oh my god this will be me. I will go through this, I will put a lantern on my mom's grave.... and Wendy just might do it with me... wait... doubt it.

"Are you crying, Eric?" She asks.

I shake my head.

"You are.... hey, don't worry about it..."

I sigh and look at it as Wendy looks at the grave for a moment longer.

"You could have done so much more if time didn't pass you."

She's the one crying, I was only getting emotional.

"I-I......thank you? God, I never thought I'd cry, let alone in front of a goddamn rock. It seemed.... so stupid. Why would I have done that?"

As she rambles, she puts her gloves on, getting up.

"I miss you, I really do."

There is a moment of silence where I get to thinking.

Should I hug her? Apologise? Try to comfort her? Should I go past? Should I talk to the grave as well? Is that something polite?

Before I can make the decision, Wendy hugs me, crying.

"Fuck, I look so goddamn pathetic."

"You don't. And if you do, that person is an idiot to come to a graveyard and expect nobody to cry."

There is a moment before she lets go, Kyle walks to us, taking Wendy into a hold as well.

"Ssh, it's alright, it's alright..... breathe."

Wendy puts her arms around him, crying.

"It's going to be alright, it's going to be all alright."

There is a moment of silence with Wendy's quiet sobbing before she lets go.

"Thanks, both of you."

"Don't worry, I'm here for you if you need me," Kyle says.

I nod. Wendy hugs us again.

"Thank you so much."

"We didn't do anything.....," I say.

"Exactly," Kyle says.

"Shut up and let me hug you."