Gracia Hughes sat on her knees, black dress and veil strangely colorful in the dead cemetery. She just sat, lips carefully pressed together, eyes down cast on the tombstone that slept by her, its gray surface lazily motionless "I miss you." She whispered to the dead corpse under dirt. The tears came, unrelentless, they attacked Gracia forcing her to bite he r lip, break the skin and have her blood mingle with her salty tears. She knew he wouldn't want her to be so sad, so terrified and so silent. A slow sprinkle of rain began to fall, Gracia lifted her face to the rain and let it cascade down her face, dampen her hair and get her thoroughly soaked. "Ahem ." some one coughed behind her, she didn't want to know but she turned anyway, she saw a tall man with black hair and trying to hide red rimmed eyes, "Gracia." He murmured in greeting as she got up, slowly brushing the damp dirt from her dress, "Roy." She agnoledged, "I'm, uh , sorry…." He said simply, trying to sound nonchalant but failing , "Its all right, he wouldn't want me to be sad, or you." She replied .Roy nodded and they stood there unmoving, sadness making them awkward, reaching behind him, Roy retrieved a bunch of blood red roses, the color of life wrapped in a black, satin cloth tied with a red ribbon Gracias eyes smiled, but her actual smile remained sad and gray, not what she wanted. "He would've loved them." She said quietly, not wanting to show the horribly, bloody sadness that almost swallowed her and spit out a widowed, raving sad, broken woman, "Gracia, " Roy said, "They're for you not-" he choked, not wanting to show the pain a man shouldn't have, "not Hughes." He finally said. Gracia flung her arms around him, sobbing as only some one who has lost something huge can, Roy hugged her awkwardly back, realizing they had lost the same thing, tears flew down his cheeks too as he hugged Gracia, scared only scared .