He stood there, not living. He was just existing per say. The cold winter wind blew harshly against his stone cold face. Tears trickled down his cheeks, quickly being blown away by the cool breeze. Crouching down slowly, he placed a bunch of red roses on the freshly dug earth. He stood up, turning on his heel and pacing back towards his members who stood solemnly at the gate of the cemetery. Taking one last look over his shoulder he gripped the newly open letters in his shaking hands. He was too late, and he could do nothing about it. Nothing could bring her back, she was looking over him, as she touched the stars above.
He'd never forget, how much he loved her.
Fin
A/n: God I was really angsty. Hope you enjoyed xx
Read the sequel to fulfill your need for a happy ending. X