As tears fall down my face, the sky weeps with me.The whiteness stings my bloodshot eyes but I can't think of anything more perfect to cover their graves.Their souls were just as pure and soft as the fallen snow. 

The few rays of sunlight that peak out amongst the clouds do little to warm me up.It's hard to feel warm when your heart is frozen and your soul is dead.

They didn't deserve to die.

I don't deserve to live.

Taking a deep breath and a last look, I turn and head out for my final mission.