The Graveyard

Dark. Dead silence. That was all that surrounded this former lover, a series of bangs from six feet above ruining them.
Where were they..? Why...?

T/W:
-Mentions of weapon use.
-Graves.

A/N:
-This story can be considered as an interpretive tale. There's certain wording in this story where I may hint at something, but it is up to you, the reader, to decide the event.
-Another short story, also written in school.