Cemetery Angel, Can You Be Fixed?

I sigh as I walk through the empty cemetery. No ones ever here. It's like no one wants to visit or remember their loved ones.
My eyebrows furrow when I see a figure kneeling in front of a grave, as I get closer I see that the figure is shaking horribly, I sigh and stop at my Gran's grave and kneel down, placing the flowers in the vase, smiling sadly at her headstone.
I glance up when I hear a sob and see the person I saw before looking around desperately. 
It's a guy. A young guy. Younger than me and he's crying heavily. He looks as though he's trying to see if anyone's around and I realise he can't see me because of the headstone.
I watch him in silence as he places a hand on the grave in front of him before lifts his other hand up for his head.
There's something in his hand.
I squint and realise its a gun.
Pointed at his temple.
I gasp and stand up.
I sprint over and lunge at him, knocking us both into a heap on the floor and grabbing the gun.
But hes pulled the trigger.
The loud gunshot rings through the silent cemetery and my breath hitches, tears filling my eyes.