It is yours

Not too far away from Veteris university, Roman leaned against a tree in the middle of the forest. His one foot was placed flat on the bark of the tree, and he had crossed his arms, while watching Donovan who stood in front of the headstone. 

The anger he had for Donovan hadn't completely disappeared for leaving his mother behind, but now that he understood why the man did it, the pain had reduced. The old man had been pestering him for days to let him know where his mother's grave was, as he hadn't found it near the ruined village's cemetery that no one lived in anymore. 

His eyes turned to his right side, where one firefly flew near him. He raised his hand, and after a few seconds, the firefly came to settle on his palm. It glowed and dimmed before bringing light again. His thoughts drifted to the when his mother was still breathing.