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The heavens grew dark as the clouds covered up the clear blue sky. Rain poured as a girl, holding a bouquet of white roses and a black umbrella, stood in front of her boyfriend's grave. There was nothing but sadness that covered her face. Her eyes were filled with tears as they dripped along the side of her cheeks.
"They're making me leave." She whispered to the grave. "They want me to forget about you." She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. "How can I though? You were, no, are my love. I can never forget about you."
The girl lowered her face to the ground, sobbing quietly to herself. As if nature was telling her something, the wind blew against her figure, almost knocking the umbrella out of her hand. A whisper in the wind was heard. "Don't be afraid to move on," said the voice. She lifted her head quickly, looking around for the source of that voice. The wind slowly vanished as the whisper grew faint. "I will always love you, Alyssandra Walker."
Another tear ran down her cheek as she nodded to no one in particular. "And I will always love you, Jack Harrington." Slowly, she bent down and set the white roses, which symbolized the true color of death, just under the letters of his name. She placed two fingers against her lips before setting them ever so gently on the curves of the stone. Whispering one last "I love you", she got up and turned around, not looking back as she left to start a new life.
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