Champion:
It was a cold day. Cold enough that her breath swirled and circled around her face. It was proof that she still had breath in her body. Cruel proof. Her fingers felt numb inside her gloves. She couldn't decide if the numbness was from the cold or because she had balled her hands in to such a tight fist that the muscles may have stuck permanently that way. Her eyes shifted as she took note of the flurry of snowflakes that begun to drift down from the sky. She shifted her feet against the cold hard ground before lifting her head up. She could feel her nose grow more red with each passing second, making her sniff. Her eyes focused on the marble statue.
"Hi." she breathed. Her voice was low and full of emotion. Sniffing again she bit on her lip before letting her eyes rest on the copper plaque. She stared at the name for a long while before her brain began mushing all the words together. It didn't look right like it wasn't spelled correctly and it made her question what was truly wrong her eyes. Her hand reached out and began to rub against the engraving. She started over rereading it.
Garfield Mark Logan
Beloved Hero, Friend, and a true Champion.
'Champion. What a stupid word.' she thought. How was anyone a champion in this? Her selfish heart was speaking now. Muttering under her breath she sat down a small stuffed animal chicken, against the bottom of the marble. Then she sat down using her cape to shield the harsh wind. Using the headstone as support she began wishing it wasn't so hard and cold. At least that way she could pretend it was his arms holding her.
