Cool air surrounded her body, embracing her, whispering a soft melody in her ears. Golden orange and red leaves swirled in the wind, falling gently to the floor. She dropped the white rose onto the freshly dug mound before her, wiping a solitary tear from her cheek. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to step away from the grave. She noted that her feet moved slowly, as though they had weights holding them down. She wasn't ready. To leave, to move on, to try and forget. Her heart stung, the pain as fresh as the day she lost everything. Slowly, she leant over the grave, down on both knees, her swollen stomach preventing her from going too far. She placed her hands near the top end of the mound, just before the small inscribed stone that was set above it. Edging her face forwards, she closed her eyes, her breathing heavier.
"I...I'm so in love with you", she whispered.