A/N Thanks to all whom read my first story.
Disclaimer: Do not own, wish I did
Mac's POV:
I knelt down, raising my hand to brush the surface of the grave marker. My fingers tracing the name etched into hard stone.
Stella Bonesera.
The love of my life. Though she never had knew because I never had the guts to tell her. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. Instantly freezing in the December cold.
My life seemed empty. When Claire had died she was there to help me pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. Even though I pushed her away.
"Stella…" The name rolled lovingly off my lips.
The tears fell fast now. But I made no attempt to wipe them away. Every tear I cried was in her memory. I had messed up again. Everyone had known we loved each other. But I never made a move. Now it was too late. She was gone and life had no meaning.
But the sun would rise and life would continue. My heart was still beating but a huge part of it was with her. Underground. I was cold inside. My soul had seen love, heartache, heartbreak, and near death. I was an old man on the inside. Filled with wisdom of the ages. My life would continue. Without her.
"Goodbye," I whispered.
With that I stood up and turned my back to the grave.
The morning sun was beautiful. Its rays reflecting through the dew on the blades of grass and the city smog making the gray city bright.
The world would go on and so would I. It will just take some time. And that was expected.