A/N ~ this is the first fan-fiction I have ever posted and although not much is mentioned in this particular chapter the story will progress, but please review if you think this is worth continuing. Okay enough author angst, I own nothing besides storyline and actual text, besides if I did own Glee, I wouldn't be here right now, I'd be attached to Chris Colfer's arm. Oh well, please, enjoy.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

My mind completely tuned out as the senile old man carried on with his religious nonsense. I didn't believe in God. Never had. I don't believe in anything anymore. What's the point? People are born, life's a bitch to them and then they die. Why bother with believing? Why bother with hope? Why bother with love?

Love.

I loved her. She was my one good thing. She was everything that was good in this godforsaken world. She made me believe, made me hope, even if it was only for a while. Now she's gone.

I watched the casket be lowered into the ground. The pale, brown box giving no inkling of exactly how precious the cargo it bared was, and still is.

I closed my eyes as the tears started to flow. I hadn't cried for years, and I swore I never would again, but as the coffin containing my heart was slowly covered with dirt, all rational though went swiftly from my every fibre. I'm not ashamed to say I wept. The ice broke. I broke.

"Goodbye, mi corazón. Goodbye."