Simon and you had been through many problems, you went through thick and thin, promised to love each other for better for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish always. Until death did you apart. The only thing you had left of him was his mask, a keepsake to remind you of him. The coldness it radiated in your hands matched that of his grave you sat before. The only thing you had left of his love was the ache it left within your heart.