‘Mourn for a loved one, and knowing that when I die, someone will mourn for me too. I may seem hollow inside, being unable to die and all, but I crave for those feelings too. Watching that mortal cry at the cemetery has been very helpful though. Now I practise mourning every day. I prefer to do it on the grave of that mortal’s grandfather. Come to think of it, her hair was red, just like yours!’ 

‘My grandfather isn’t buried, he’s cremated’ I stammered. 

‘I only meant it symbolically’ Persephone answered. 'I’m now standing on the grave of Kyriakos.'

‘I have to go’ I said. I wanted to leave but everything started turning. 

‘Come on’ she wailed. ‘I want at least one picture from a distance.’ 

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