The headstone was dirty and the words were being slowly eaten away by creeping branches of ivy. Though unkempt, it still looked new. Far too new. It hadn't aged overnight like the one below the ground. He sighed and kneeled down on the cold grass, ignoring the slowly spreading dampness seeping into his pants. Reaching out with a trembling hand, he smiled, it's soft light a mere echo of the one he remembered. He reached up and removed the silver visor from his face, pulling his world into a literal darkness.
"Surprised to see me?" His deep voice, so commanding and cold most times, was now soft and warm; thick with tears he'd yet to shed. "I almost didn't come you know," he went on, his hand still slowly running across the unyielding stone. "Didn't think you would be able to stand the sight of me." A bitter laugh died in the night air.
"I guess I was really running away from me that day." His hand stilled on the marker. "I couldn't think of anything to say to you." The first tear slid down otherwise dry cheeks. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, but I still ran away..." A hand clenched the ivy, tearing it away from the headstone. A second tear joined the first, more pooling around blind eyes. "I'm so sorry." He collapsed against the stone, tears finally free from the prison that had held them for so long. Reaching with a blind hand, he began to trace the letters there; three simple letters... He'd given him those letters; blurted them out really. But they'd meant so much. It had meant safety, warmth in his otherwise cold and lifeless world. Now it was gone, and it wouldn't be coming back. But that was okay. One can only live for so long after losing their soul. If his soul wouldn't come to him, he'd go to his soul. "Wait for me again," he whispered, once again running his fingers over the carved letters. "Beloved Ran"