Post-death, day three.
Rain falls.
He shakes his head and stares down at the gravestone. The funeral was today, and Abby's music didn't make things any better.
The hole in his stomach still grows. The ache of her absence still pains him.
The rain is still falling as he places his note against her name, against the years.
Time, he thinks, is a funny concept.
He only knew Kate two years. And yet, when she died, she created this as-of-yet irreversible loss that's holding him down when nothing's ever held him down.
He looks up and hopes she sees him.
A/N: Sorry about the slight delay. I'm trying to update this daily, but yesterday was a little crazy. As usual, concepts from both chapters borrowed from title song.