Halfway down the path, I saw a small memorial bench that just the sight of made the ache in my legs worsen. I slumped onto the seat and let out a small breath.

It was only a couple of seconds before a large body joined me on the bench.

"I never cried when my parents died." His deep voice filled the space between us.

"Why didn't you?" I asked softly, as the image of him being hurt tugged at my heart.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Stone's attention flick to my marked legs revealed because of my dress. He then looked at my face and it caused heat to rush to my cheeks.

"It was not that I was not upset. I was bitter that they had been taken from me. Instead of grieving in a conventional way, I took every emotion and converted it into anger. As a kid all I knew was to deal with things with my fists." He explained before revealing "Sometimes I thought that was all that I would feel."

I finally looked up at him and I shook my head to dismiss that Idea "That is not true."

His lip moved up slightly as he stared down at me softly.

"No. It is not." He confirmed as his eyes remained on me

"Does it get any easier?" I asked before elaborating "Losing someone. Does the pain get any easier?"

"It is always there. It might not lessen but you get stronger. The world keeps going around and you go with it."

A deep exhale later and I admitted "I do not know if I will ever get over this."

"You are the strongest person I have ever met, Medusa." He again reached out and laced his fingers through mine as he told me "You will."

Motioning to his arms and the general muscle mass of him, I joked "I doubt that."

His attention never withered away from my face. I rubbed at some dirt that I had got on Lana's dress in an attempt to distract myself from the way that he watched me.

"It is okay for you to feel lost and confused, Ella." His voice went hoarse as he pronounced his words "Please just talk to me."

I did not know what to say so I stayed quiet.

"I never understood my fathers death." Stone filled the silence as he confessed his own hardships.

"You said that he died of a broken heart." I spoke as I remembered what he had told me at the beach what seemed like ages ago.

"I never comprehended how someone could die of heartbreak." He revealed and then his tone went deeper as he added "Then I saw you in that hospital bed and I understood. I got it completely."

I never spoke. I feared that I would burst into tears if I even muttered a word.