...He slowly walked over to your grave.. holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers, roses, his heart heavy in his chest as he kneeled down next to your white , marvel grave, as he slowly set the bouquet next to your framed picture, next to the stuffies and other bouquets..

S: ' Hey honey .. How are you doing up there..? '

He said as he got comfortable on the green grass, gently caressing the smooth, white marvel grave, tracing your name gently.

S: ' I met someone today. He reminds me of you.. but it's not the same. It never will.. ' he said as he sighed sadly.

Suddenly it started to rain...

Scaras eyes widen in heartbreak.. his eyes stinging in tears..

S: 'oh my love... Don't cry ...'