"I'm sorry." The words, abrupt, and yet, so out of place fell upon the stone before the female. Unnaccepted, those words bit right back at the woman. A sob, torn from those pretentuous lips, heard by those passing along the road, rushing to their unknown destination. "I'm sorry...so sorry." Rejected, the tomb mocked, with it's curved words, and lack of response. Granite peering, as if to ridicule for the weakness as tears splattered against it. Lithe shoulders shaking with sobs, sobs that only could be wrought upon by one in deep distress. A digit tip rose, tracing along that name...the only keepsake that was left. Curving and articulate, as they always were. Now laced with the salt-water drops, that fell from those hues, laced with pain. Everyday, she sat, waiting for the unbidden lover to rise again. Despite knowing that their happiness would never be relived. Some said, she would never let go. The ritual always ended, the woman clung to that tomb, whispering sweet nothing's to the body beneath. Sobbing in between, promising her gone lover of days of happiness that would never come. A final sob, the female turned, from that final resting place. Ready to face what had kept her from the world so long. "I'm sorry, but I'm ready to forget." Those last words, ever uttered to the ghost of a lover, contentment stealing over those tear stained features.