The sunshine enveloped the streets of london. It was the end of summer yet the capital wasn't laibored by the heat. It was a refreshing change from the constant grey and the civilian papulace took this chance to have fun. The children were in summer break, so the parents took the opportunity to enjoy the beaches. Couples were walking together hand in hand. And and you could see speeding cars rushing to the workplace.

The city took the colours of life.

On a grey sidewalk were 2 people walking leisurely. One of them was a charismatic young man in his late teens. His outer appearance could be described as the epitome of a "badboy". He was muscular , had a strong jawline and a sharp look in his eyes. Yet this young charismatic man isn't our protagonist. Our story revolves around the one who walks beside him.

His name is John Irewood. He was born in the dying years of the second millennium. Less then a decade before the world welcomed the 2000th year AC. a tall and gentlemanly grandpa. When he was in his 50s he could still be considered a strong intelligent and success full man. Now... Not so much.

His strong build was gone as if someone sucked his vitality. His tall stature crumbled as his back grew a small hill. Or was it his tired neck which couldn't support his head. Honestly that was negligible. What he cared about most was his mind. It started to fail him. Once when he could easily memorise entire pages of complex arrithmatic equations. once, he could quickly find his answers and started to come up with a solution. He laughed that the Paperwork was practically flying of his dask and the answers were returned to the recipient before the recipient could even send his question. Even tho he was just a humble electrical and electronics engineer, he took much pride in it. He took much pride in his job, his intellect, his looks and even more in his wife.

5 years ago they had their golden anniversary. They started a family together and grew old together.

3 years ago his health that could be considered above average for someone his age started to plummet.

Sharply plummet.

He glanced at his grandson, James Irewood. He reminded him of himself. Yesterday James started his 2nd year in university and they talked about how John used to work in a big successful company. It was now a big company but when he started to work there, there were less then 5 engineers. Now, worldwide there about 200 engineers. And each one had many employees that worked alongside them or under them. A total of a few thousand employees. In the future James would like to work there as well. It wasn't difficult for John to arrange him a job. Even tho he was in pension he could still do as much if not more.

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He took much pride in his job.

And everyone took pride in him. For example his son Andrew named his firstborn James because he simply wanted his son's name to sound familiar to his father's. He did it subconsciously but he did it none the less. It became more apparent when the second son was born and was named Jack...

Currently they were on their way to the hospital. John had a scheduled appointment. A simple scheduled appointment. The appointment ended with Dr. Harris finding nothing wrong with his lungs. And so his grandson took him home.

" See gramps, you and the old man were worried for nothing. It was probably just a sore throat from all the time in the air conditioning."

Dr. Harris didn't find anything with his lungs. He thought maybe the heart could be the cause for the ache he felt in his chest but they did an echo and ECG check only a year ago and found nothing. So he dismissed the notion.

"James, when you are going to find a nice girl to bring home? I would love to meet the one you are currently with."

James reminded him of himself when he was young. Strong, handsome, intelligent

But above all he was a prideful ass.

Just like him before he met her.

Evangeline White. Or how she was named after the marriage.

Evangeline Irewood. Eve. His Eve.

He noticed the change in his grandson a few weeks ago. He was less an ass and when he texted he had a calmer look. Almost peaceful, like everything was fine now.

James thought of the notion of bringing her before his parents. Before his grandfather and what it simbolised. He had a few girlfriends but just one that his parents met. And that was just an accident.

He looked at his gramps and said

"Sure, I'd like that".

They both parted and John went home. Had a bath. Went to bed.

And had an heartattack.

He had a very healthy heart 3 years ago. But in these 3 years gradually his heart...

It grew weaker.

Next to his tombstone was another. The person next to him died 3 years prior to this date. And so. He was buried next to Evangeline.

The birds were chirping, the flowers looked nice lively. They still looked colorful as if they were still nurturing from the ground. after all the were just freshly picked this morning. Irewood was planted in the ground still kinda looking as if he was alive just like the flowers. But he is going to norture the ground while they will remain above, drying in the wind. The ceremony was lovely.

It was a Sunny day. Everyone left. and Andrew stared at his father's grave.