Seed of Distrust

Thursday, 28th August 1582.

The sun set casting a gloomy orange hue across the sea of white tombstones. People died every day and their loved ones visited the cemetery to bid them farewell. Nothing was permanent in life.

In the grand scheme of things, even the brightest of stars is destined to one day burn out and perish, much less something as fragile as humans. All things in the universe were temporary in nature.

At one corner of the cemetery stood a lone man before a tombstone. He stared at the headstone in front of him in a daze, his whole being emanating a desolate aura. His back was slouched and his gaze was empty.

Apart from him, no other person could be seen by the tombstone of the deceased person. He was the only one. And why wouldn't he be? He had no friends or family to speak of. And the friends that he did make in his life, had been all betrayed by him.