Celeste's POV

That afternoon, a chill hit us, signaling that autumn was coming to an end.

This might be the last time I see the leaves fall, carpeting the ground. It was beautiful, even though they would eventually be thrown away.

We pushed open the cemetery gate with all our might.

The fence was very old, but no one wanted to replace it because it had witnessed everything: the heartbreaking cries of those who had lost loved ones and those who came bearing their longing.

The silent cemetery ...