Crystal snowflakes glided gently through the December air. A blanked of snow rested over the small town's cemetery. It was Christmas Eve; the night was dark and still, except for the figure that moved silently across the snow, approaching a tombstone nestled in the far corner of the graveyard. The name and dates on the stone had been scratched away by a sharp object, leaving only a few letters. The figure gazed up at the silver moonlight, revealing Drew Saturday. She knelt on the grave, and placed a pot of poinsettias next to the stone. Drew looked down, almost as if she was trying to see through the ground to see the deceased man one last time. "It's been a year; I can't tell you how much I miss you. It seems like yesterday, the drunk driver who stole your life, the phone call, the funeral, everything. It's an open wound still, and my only wish this year is to have you back. If only I could hold you one more time…" Drew brushed aside most of the powdery snow, revealing the frozen ground over the grave. She lay down and pressed her ear to the ground, trying to hear the sweet nothings he used to whisper to her every day. The white haired woman curled up and lay there a few more minutes, despite the frigid wind biting at her. Tears slipped from her dark eyes, freezing on her cheeks, leaving the small, moist trail that tears always leave. "Merry Christmas, Van Rook" she whispered, dreading her second Christmas without her beloved at her side.