The moon was bright that night, and the wind gently ruffled the tree leaves; the place was quiet, lifelessly quiet.
Zeno stood beside his Nana, silently staring at the two graves lying before them, they had placed beautiful flowers on each grave, silently wishing their last goodbyes to the dead.
Zeno moved closer to his Nana and placed a hand over her shoulder, a silent reassurance.
He was patient, waiting for her to wish his parents her final goodbye, he had told her that they were never returning again. He sold the house Mr. Orion had renovated; after all, there was nothing left there to remind him of his parents; Bison had destroyed everything.
So, this was them trying to gather all the memories they could before leaving the the next morning.
Nana slowly looked up at Zeno and nodded at him, "I'm ready to leave," her voice was cracked.
Zeno nodded, smiling at her.
He gently held her hand and led her away.
