She felt as good as dead. Dead. The air was freezing cold, ripping at Mabel's skin and making her shake. Her eyes stayed glued to the gray tombstone in front of her. Eyes too blurry with unshed tears to read the engravings, not like she wanted to. It had been two weeks. Two weeks ago Martin died. She shook her head, her chest rose and fell unsteadily. It was really time to get over it. She couldn't take another day, locked in her room, curled up in her bed covers. Gasping for air inbetween sobs, with migraines everyday. She knelt carefully by the stone, small gifts left by others resting by it. All she really needed to know at this point was that he loved her. She knew she had made him smile. She ached to hug him again, feel the life in him. She tried oh so hard to force herself to accept that he was really gone. She took out her charm bracelet from her pocket, adorned with cute little charms that she loved. She set it down. Emotionlessly.
Crying. No, she wasn't. At least... she was trying not to.
She forced a smile and got up. She quietly murmured one little thing to herself.
"Don't be sad now that it's gone... be happy because it happened." she muttered, inhaling shakily.
"I love you." she said and turned her back to the stone.