The saddest sight you'll ever see is a freshly covered grave. Droplets
of freshly melting snow covered the smooth, marble tombstone. He ran his
fingers over the words; his eyes blurred with unshed tears. Bright morning
light reflected streams of light into his eyes, as he stubbornly refused to
cry. But sometimes crying is all you can do.
"You broke the cycle," he said.
He glared at his hands. Hands that didn't - couldn't - save the woman he loved. He furiously wiped his eyes, and glanced at the stone protruding from the ground before moving away.
'Natalie Isanti Demino.'
"You broke the cycle," he said.
He glared at his hands. Hands that didn't - couldn't - save the woman he loved. He furiously wiped his eyes, and glanced at the stone protruding from the ground before moving away.
'Natalie Isanti Demino.'
