Harry stood over the grave of the brave girl he had known. He had loved her. The war had taken her, removed her from his life before he had realized his feelings. Before he understood what she meant to him. He would someday rebuild his life, repair the hole in his heart that had been torn asunder but that day was not today. Standing in the rain he felt a gentle hug as the mist made him see her standing there, holding him with her gentle tenderness.

"Do not cry my love, it is not goodbye but merely farewell."

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