Her heart thumped steadily as she traipsed down the path. The mist wafted across the field, blowing her skirt out behind her. She felt like something out of a movie, all those romances her mother used to watch. Kind of ironic; the whole reason she was out here was for the man she loved.

Her steps slowed as she approached a short stone wall. Hefting one foot over and then another, she hopped down onto the other side and took a deep breath.

Her feet guided her to the small gravestone, previously hidden by fog, and she fell to her knees in front of it.

She didn't cry; no, she had long since lost all her tears. Her hand found its way to rest atop the stone, fingernails gripping the smooth surface. She rubbed her thumb over it, the same way she used to rub it over his cheek.

"Happy birthday, my love," she whispered, words getting lost in the breeze. Leaning forward, she pressed a light kiss to the gravestone. "I miss you more every day."

She rested there for a moment, letting the memories take their turn across her mind. A smile embraced her lips as one single tear rolled down her cheek.

Huh. Guess she had been wrong. She'd always have tears left to cry.