She always said she'd never get over the beauty of Italy even though they've lived there for a long time. Sam would always have the same cheesy response for her, "Nothing will ever be as beautiful as you though." Clarissa always just rolled her eyes at him. But now remembering, she wished she hadn't. She wished she'd hugged him and kissed him and told him she loved him every time he said that because how she couldn't. Now all she could do was smell his fading scent on his unused clothes or look at pictures because now the closest she could get to hugging him was to hug the rock in the dirt marked with his name. And hugged it she did. She couldn't leave him alone, she hadn't since they found out the news about his illness. Sam being Sam always played it off as no big deal for him and for her not to worry, but she did anyways. And now here she was, his gravestone wrapped in her arms as she cried. He was gone.
Sarissa Song of the Chapter ~ Northern Downpour, Panic! At the Disco
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