I love you."

She mumbled as she ran her fingers through the gold engraved lettering on the tombstone that stood, still so erect. The cold wind whipped at hair, sending them flying all over her face.

Still in her squat position, and in eye level with the tombstone, she continued to run her fingers through it. It felt so smooth underneath her touch. As she stared at the slab of black granite, she felt a drop of water on her face.

She looked up to the heavens, and found out ...