It's like she couldn't catch a break. Life just kept tossing shit at her no matter where she turned. First it was her mate then it was her best friend. Tamar had passed away so suddenly, the image of his body slumped over the table as they ate dinner was etched deeply into her mind. One moment they were happy, laughing, as they ate dinner and the next Tamar was clutching his chest and slumping over the table. The paramedics hadn't arrived in time to save him. The worse was Tamar could have been saved. Ryan wouldn't have to be dealing with the loss of Amnesia by herself. If only Tamar had gone to the doctor or maybe if she'd known. She should've known what was happening. She blamed herself for his death. She knew everything about him, except that he'd been born with a heart defect that had escaped notice until it killed him just a few months ago. Not soon after Tamar passed away did she lose her best friend. Amnesia had been there as she grieved and had made her smile and pulled her out of her worse after Tamar had passed and now she too was gone. Her death had been a bit more....violent then Tamar's. Killed by their own kind. Thats what she'd read in the obituary. Unfortunately, Ryah had been unable to make her best friends funeral. Her boss was an asshole sometimes. So she didn't know all the details for her best friends death. She knew Amnesia's mate had been there when it happened though. That had to be rough. But she couldn't even begin to imagine what Amnesia's mate had to be going through. To lose her like that had to have been rough and he had no one to lean on. At least, no one Ryah knew of. Whenever Amnesia spoke of Aztrex she made him sound so mysterious and brooding. Truth be told, Ryah knew next to nothing about him. She knew what he looked like from the countless amount of pictures that Amnesia gushed over as they chatted over who's mate was better. At least Ryah had had Amnesia to lean on when Tamar had died, who did Aztrex have? Shaking her head she stepped out of her car, clutching a bouquet of flowers in her hand as she stepped into the cemetery. Unlike most days, today she had two bouquets. One for Tamar and one for Amnesia. She would visit Tamar's grave first. There she would switch the dead flowers for the livings ones in the little vase next to his tombstone. She would talk quietly to no one in particular. She would tell him how much she missed him, how she missed Amnesia. Once her little chat was over she stood and began walking the rows and rows of tombstones, looking for the one that would mark her best friends grave. But instead of finding a tombstone she would find a familiar face hunched over a grave. She only knew him from pictures and word of mouth but this had to be the infamous Aztrex. He looked like he'd come and gone from hell. He had to be in hell. She knew what the male was going through. She'd been in his shoes just a few months prior. She cleared her throat to let him know she was there before she placed the flowers on the tombstone. "Hey." She murmured quietly, chancing a glance at him.