A/N: Well, here it is. My first... thing. Well, hope you like!

The grey clouds hovered overhead. They seemed to be threatening rain, though nothing fell. Most people were indoors, waiting for the storm to break.

That didn't seem to stop one man, though. His head was down, his unruly black hair hanging into bright green eyes. He had a bouquet of roses in one hand, while the other was jammed in his pocket.

He walked in silence down the road, each footstep falling as slowly as the last. The only time his gait faltered was when a drop of water fell to the ground. He took his hand out of his pocket and wiped his cheek, then kept walking.

When he finally reached the iron gates of his destination, he sighed. He flicked the latch on the gates and opened them. He kept his gaze firmly on the path he was on, even as the sky seemed to get darker, and the wind picked up.

His feet picked out the path with ease, seeming to have walked it many times before. He walked until he suddenly veered off the path and onto the grass. He sat down by the large tree nearby, setting down the flowers he'd brought with care.

He shut his eyes and finally spoke.

"You know?" he said softly. "I thought I knew how to be alone. I was alone growing up. I was alone every summer. I guess I thought that I'd never needed love before, why should I start now? But you know what? I can't be alone anymore. I can't stay home without thinking of you, I can't go out without thinking of you, I can't even go to work without something reminding me of you.

"It hurts. I never believed anyone when they said they were heartbroken. It didn't make sense - how did someone leaving you give you physical pain? But I get it now. It feels like you ripped out my heart when you left. I feel hollow without you.

"I've almost decided to join you a few time, you know. I thought about how easy it would be - just two little words, and I could see you again. But then I thought about what you'd say. How you'd feel. You'd want me to live, so I will."

He paused, wiping at his cheeks.

"I almost forgot why I came," he chuckled sadly. Reaching into his pocket, he brought out a card, setting it beside him.

"Happy Valentines Day," he said, turning and tracing the name on the tombstone beside him.

A/N2: Oh, and his 'Valentine' is meant to be unnamed.