Piper looked at the blonde man shock written clearly across her face. He walked away with the brown eyed man to the back row of seats.
Glen stood beside her as she voiced her confusion. "Who was that?"
Glen looked at her then sighed. Paige hadn't told them, then again Paige could keep many sides of herself hidden. "That was Damien Krauss the love of Paige's life."
Piper looked at him again, "But I thought you were..." Apparently she hadn't known her little sister nearly as well as she would have liked.
"Paige and I loved each other, but we were never in love with each other."
Piper looked down she had had three years with her sister, but she had never really known her as a sister should, never seen Paige in her bad times or even her best times.
Night
Damien knelt in front of the tombstone, "I came back... Just like I promised, but I guess I was too late. I promised I'd always come back for you. Now what do I do? You were my everything... You still are."
His hand traced the her name softly, gently. In his other hand he held a single red rose. The stem was clenched tightly in his fist, so tightly that blood flowed from his palm.
"You found family Paigey-Girl, you found something amazing. I-I found something that I'm still running from. I loved you more than anything Paige, I still do."
Wiping his eyes he stood and slowly walked out of the graveyard trying desperately not to breakdown, at least not yet.
