#Chapter9 The Best Man

Matthew and I have come out for a run, we are sitting on a broken wooden log which overlooks the stream and the waterfall. It's so peaceful here, the chirping of the birds and flapping of their wings accompanied by the sound made by the crickets. The water from the waterfall falls on to the stream in a steady pace never once breaking the rhythm which causes ripples to form on the water in a circular motion.

We have been sitting in silence for the past half hour just looking into the scenery before us, both lost in our own thoughts.

"Do you ever miss her?"...