To the passing cars and the ordinary neighbours, it won't seem like anything unusual.
A tall man standing in a graveyard, clutching the quite large tombstone.
He would've brought flowers, but everyone who knew the petite girl, knew she hated anything considered girly.
The stranger to many, had wet tears covering the majority of his body.
He mumbled a few words but let out a roaring scream which most likely wasn't a usual event in the small town.
The man knew who's responsible for the girl laying in the coffin.
He knew the people who drove her to the point where he had to be the one finding her with a knife in her left palm.
Everyone who passed by would probably brush him off.
But the bystanders didn't know their story.
Nobody did.
No one would ever know how her laugh fell in sync with his.
No one would ever know how she always sat in the front row of his classes.
No one would ever know how her smile reached her eyes when his car pulled up her driveway.
No one would ever know what their millions of inside jokes truly meant.
No one would ever know that they were in love.
No one would ever know that the connection they shared was unthinkable.
No one would ever know that he was not just her teacher.
And she was not just his student.
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