Prologue:
"Parting is such sorrow
That I shall say good night 'til it be morrow."
-Romeo and Juliet, 1594-96
Snowflakes swirled in the endless murky sky. In a grove just outside of the cemetery, wilted flower petals danced in the wind. A stranger on her knees, mourning the death of her husband; who had passed away yesterday night. Tears slipped from her blue eyes soaking the almost faded sunflower lying on the mound of dirt, her black hair whipping against her cheeks, and her bangs blurring her sight even more than the tears did. It was a sad day indeed, yesterday was going to be a happy day; the day she would tell her husband after all this time of trying, and they were going to have a baby. When she walked through the doors beaming happily, exicted to tell the news, her smile faltered and tears flowed willingly to the floor when she saw him dead in the living room. She covered her eyes with her grubby dirty hands remembering all they went through just to end it short. She didn't know what to tell her child when he or she asked where its father is, heck, she didn't even know what happened to him. The shinobi, who came to investigate, concluded it was self-inflicted, which she denied because why would he do a thing like that if he was so happy, though she kept that comment to herself. She lifted her head from her hands and reached out to touch the stone-cold grave and traced his name tenderly. More tears spilled as she traced the last letter then the hand on the grave drifted over to rest on her stomach. She knew she didn't have a baby bump until later on her pregnancy but she let it rest there, the corner of her lips twitching upwards. She made a silent promise before bringing the hand up to her lips and kissing her fingertips lightly before touching the grave. She then slowly stood up from her spot and started walking away from the grave, new tears racing down her cheeks. She stopped suddenly wanting to run back but then she touched the cool metal of the necklace her husband gave her for their first anniversary, feeling the necklace around her neck made her sigh contently and smile through the tears. Once she left, the ghost of her now dead husband beamed knowing that his wife is pregnant and then closed his eyes silently wishing the best for her. Then as the wind blew, he disappeared with it.
VampireNaruko: Nyan this has been in my head all day I know it's short...but chapter 1 is coming quickly! Sorry I haven't been updating...Internet died...
