It was cold. Or maybe it was just the way the bright day didn't match the way she was feeling. Somehow, it felt like it should be raining; that the sky should share her sorrow and shed the tears she was unable to shed herself.
She'd not come empty handed to this bitter reunion. In her mind, she brought all the things she'd wanted to say. In her hands, photos of their time together; in her heart, the despair that'd taken root when he exited her life. Flowers would have been more appropriate, she thought idly, but he'd never been one to sentence beauty to death as a token of affection.
She lay down on top of him to be closer. She closed her eyes and remembered his hands in her hair, heard his whispers in her ear. She murmured to him, and imagined his teasing replies. Her lips began the ghost of a smile, when her eyes opened, shattering the brief sanctuary her mind had created for her. Grief welled up in her, dry as her eyes, and she released her grip on the photos, leaving their memories on the grass beneath her.
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