You and Sam sat side by side, backs pressed up against mausoleum doors. Done with another simple salt and burn case, exhausted and sweaty from grave digging all night. Sam glanced over at you, noticing the way your hair had fallen slightly in your face, the dirt that stuck to your glistening skin. Unable to tear his eyes away, watching your lipstick stain the cigarette pursed between your lips. Using his lighter to light it for you, the air suddenly felt heavy with tension. Seeing your eyes sparkle as you look out across the graveyard, you looked so... perfect.

You were too busy taking in the scenery to notice his gaze. A peaceful silence falling across the Cemetery, save for the faint sound of your breathing. A cool fog rolling in across the gravestones, the air filled with the scent of fresh dirt. Moonlight dusted the fallen flowers from the cherry blossom trees whose branches hung overhead. Creating an almost romantic air about an otherwise melancholy setting.

Anyone else would think it morbid or macabre, but not you, Sam could tell you thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world. He thought it was alluring how no matter what, you always found a way to see beauty in the strange and unusual.

“You’re such a strange girl… I think I’m falling in love with you.” The words slipped from Sam’s mouth, his voice low and breathless, like he hadn’t meant to say them out loud. His eyes completely fixed on you, filled with adoration, taking in your every feature.