“I loved you!” I shouted. Of course I’m met with silence, “I love you…” I trail off as I run my hand down my face.
“I’ve loved you since we first met, but of course, I never had the strength to tell you till now. And now it’s to late.” I murmur as I turn to face her. The wind whispers through the cemetery, carrying the faint scent of rain-soaked earth. The sky is gray, heavy, pressing down like ...