Short story about love and loss

Loss

She was gone. Forever. I knew that. I felt it in my bones, my heart, my soul and my conscientiousness. The pain surged through me like a bad virus, it affected and swam through the blood in my veins.

I couldn't contain my tears. All those years I've known her and loved her like no body else could've known.

I remember the days when I stroked her head carefully. It was bold. No hair. It was firm yet soft and she always used to have this conversation with me:

Her: Hey, Alex?

Me: Yes?

Her: Why are you in love with me?

Me: Why wouldn't I be?

Her: I'm serious.

Me: Well firstly, I don't understand why you would ask that question when you know what the answer is.

Her: Just tell me...

Me: You're beautiful.

Her: I am not -

Me: Don't interrupt.

Her: *laughs* Ok.

Me: You are beautiful on the outside and inside. You're pure, down to earth, smart and funny. If I could explain to you how gorgeous you are, I couldn't. Beacuse your beauty can't be put into words. You are my Aphrodite. In fact: you are way more beautiful than her. I love you. I love you more than the number of stars in the entire galaxy! I love you more than the most reddest and sweetest apples in the entire world! I love you so much that it's impossible to even try and seperate from you. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you...

Her: You are so cheesy...

She then would fall asleep in my arms and breathe ever so lightly.

But now, those moments of love and embrace were gone. I sobbed so hard that my stomach started to burn. But I kept on going. Half calling her name from the grave that was in front of me and half sobbing.

Melody?! Melody, Melody!?

My mind was screaming her name, but she was long gone. And my loss would've been the death of me.