I stand over my dead lover's grave, looking up at the statue that looms above it. My lover dyed due to sickness, they were everything, a great experience. I place a rose into the female statue's hands that watches over my dead lovers' graves. I feel tears well up in my eyes, perhaps she can give me some comfort. as crazy as it sounds wanting comfort from a statue but at this point, I’ll take anything, even if it’s from a lifeless statue. looking up at the statue before wrapping my arms around her Letting the tears fall down her concrete body. Until I felt movement

"huh" I look up and see the statues head tilted to the side...did it move? No, no I'm just imagining things. I'd probably freak out if she was alive, imagine that a statue being secretly alive. I would probably scream if I saw it. I burry my face back into the hard concrete of her gown, continuing to cry before once again I could have felt movement. I slowly look up, and to my horror I see her moving