Grave
"Without you, I count the hours without you/ With you the seconds stand still/ They aren't worth it without you." Ohne Dich-Rammstein
This isn't how she planned it would go.
It was supposed to be easy. She'd come back and the words would tumble from her lips as easily as they had to her picture. 'I love you.'
Instead, she found herself kneeling in soft grass, tracing granite lettering with her fingertips as she whispered "I'll love you forever."