I look at the gravestone in front of me and the wind blows fiercely for a June day. The sun shining through the trees doesn't touch me, as I sit in the shade of the tree's many branches. The warm late spring/early summer air floats around me; the forest green grass…the cute little yellow, pink, and white flowers are scattered around me. He would've liked this kind of day. We could've been hanging out or making-out…anything would be better then this. I clutch the grass and bring it up to my face. Green. So green. I sigh and lay my cheek against the cold, hard stone and tears roll down my cheeks.
"Beloved husband," is all I can read before I start to sob.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. We should've been laying by the abandoned church, on top of Morty- like we had done multiple times, before our first and only breakup, and when we becoming friends again, and when we got back together. We should've been at his house, having his mother fit his blue graduation gown, and me laughing as he frowned at having to wear a color other then red, black, or gray.
But that could never happen now. My hand grazes the engraved words and my hearts breaks even more.
All I know, is that I'll never love anyone else like him again.