[ WP ] : Turn your deepest , darkest fear into something genuinely sweet and heartwarming

The air was crisp that morning, as the ground was moist from the storm last night. It was dark, that gloomy feeling rain was famous for, for miles it stretched. Not a soul was to be seen for miles but Ol' Steven Marks, for he had his job to do. 
 
 More often than not Mr. Marks was there to help people through the rough times, but today it was only him with the rain puddles around him. He shook his head as he did his job, all in solidarity. A soft sigh escaped him wondering how something like this could ever happen to anyone. As he placed the last bit of dirt on top, he left what was to be the last day of a man forgotten.
