His breath danced infront of him as he let out a sigh. He had been walking
for almost an hour now and his lips were turning purple from the bitterly
cold winter air. The snow was about a foot deep. Every time he took a step
it left a footprint which continued his long trail behind him.
Reaching the gate he didn't stop, but continued walking past the man in the
booth. He had been here so many times over the last year. He visited this
place almost everyday. Most everyone who worked there knew his face and
where he went each time he came.
The grass was covered in a gentle sprinkle of snow. You could see little
green pieces showing through the white powder. Slowly he crossed the lawn
passing row after row before turning into one. He had it memorized by now.
For the first month he had to count rows before coming to the right one, but
now he didn't have to count or look. It was almost like a higher power led
him to that spot.
He had finally reached where he had wanted to be. If he could have his way
he would live here. Although the weather would be brutal he would brave it.
He placed the flowers he had been carrying down so they would lay next to
her. A tear fell down his right cheek as he placed his hand on the
headstone. Her headstone. All the memories he had of her were fresh in his
head. Her red hair, blue eyes and perfect figure.
She had lost her battle, but to him she was a hero and she had won. He had
been there with her during her last few hours. They knew each other so well
that just a look meant a thousand words. As she began to leave him that
night he told her that he loved her. Right as she was leaving him she
replied, telling him 'I love you too'. Although his other half was gone,
he knew he had to continue for her. He was living for her.