They had nothing to say to each other as rain spilled down the grey tombstones.

Thunder crashed above their heads and lightning threatened to stab the silence with a bolt. The storm had been looming for the past week but it chose this moment to erupt.

A boy stared straight ahead, lost in memory and thought; broken by guilt and confusion.

There was nothing to say.

A lanky girl stood beside the boy and bit her bottom lip. She wanted to smile and she wanted to laugh but the boy may have not felt the same. She slowly tilted her pale face toward his and studied his expression.

Sad, she thought.

Guilty, she thought.

Beautiful, she decided.

A sick smile cut across her face and she brushed her hand against the boy's. His head slowly lolled to hers and he tucked his hand in his pocket.

The girl didn't like this.

"After all we've made," the girl whimpered. "After all we've done together-"

A piercing stare and guttural sound came from the boy, causing the girl to step back and cringe.

"You made me do this!" the boy jabbed his finger at the cold tombstone. Rain drenched every stone and wet the dirt to mud. The girl narrowed her eyes and shook her head at the boy, taking an unsteady step forward.

"You lied. You tricked me into doing this," he hissed. "I would have never done something like this!"

The girl began to protest but the boy grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him.

"This is your fault and I will not pay for it." The boy yanked on her arm and threw her to the ground before the tombstone. "But you will," he whispered as he reached for the dirt-covered shovel that glinted under the dull moonlight.

"N-n-o," the girl stuttered, inching backward slowly on her butt. "We both did this."

"No!" he screamed and held the weapon high above his head. His eyes were a wild brown and his soaked hair hung above them. "You told me he hurt you. You said he touched you." He brought the shovel down hard upon the ground.

"But he did-"

"You wanted it!" he yelled at her and the shovel came down hard on her leg.

A piercing scream ripped from her small body and she shuffled backwards until she was stopped by the hulking tombstone.

The maddened boy raised the bloodied shoved again but whipped around when he heard a screeching noise behind him.

The girl took used the moment. She jerked out her leg, connecting with his calf. He fell backward, legs slipping from beneath him, and landed with his head crushing against the cement of the tombstone.

The girl crawled over him and stole the shovel. She tucked it safely under her arm and stood shakily. The boy did not move and she didn't check to see if he was alive. Instead, she took the crimson rose from the tombstone and placed it gently on the ground a foot away. No stone hovered above that patch of dirt, no lovely engraved details. But the girl knew who slept beneath the dirt and soon, he would have company.

After she returned to confirm the boy's death, the girl tied back her curls and dug the shovel into the soft dirt. She removed one chunk of earth at a time and piled them beside her. There would be no tombstone here either but a corpse would still be there. No one would ever know of its existence.

The same love. The same crime. The same girl.

The same fate.