He knelt down on the ground and leaned his head on the glass while crying hard.
Heather could only wrap her arms around his shoulder in order to give him some warmth and support.
"Let's bury him in a place he wishes to be in."
After a while, when he had calmed down, she suggested this.
"The place he wished he could have been, maybe we can ask my grandfather and sir Adrian to give us a bit of an exemption," she added.
"Are you talking about the burial ground of the soldiers?"
She smiled, "Your stories always contained your father's dream to keep protecting the country. That if he was not an only child then he would have continued staying in that place until his death or his retirement."
Cyrus glanced back at the glass before nodding his head.
"Shall we go now?" Heather stood up.
The place was cold and it was not good for her.
It has been almost an hour since they went down.
