GRAVE
The sun was falling now. Its light blinded her, but she wouldn't dare look down. Not at him, not at it. Not at his grave.
She gave in and looked down. A simple stone, erected and carved, was all that remained of him now. She wished she could see him again. All of her memories of him were now obscured by her imaginings of his bloodied corpse. She searched everywhere to find him and now that she has, it's too late. If only she had told him.
Her knees buckled. She was blinded again. This time, through tears of sadness.