The Twilight Graveyard.
The cold dark November days had started to seep into reality.
She faced many challenges now.
Memories of the past.
Memories that when dragged to the surface, twist and disfigure her reflection.
Her life so fragile that would smash with just a name.
She comes here every year. Same night, same time.
Sitting by a marble tombstone as dusk settles in.
She is not afraid of this place. It provides an odd comfort to her.
A place to think.
Her hand wipes away the dew that collected from the storm last night.
She places her single red rose in front of it.
And leans on this stone tablet.
"I miss you Jake. Every day."
She kisses the stone tablet.
"I always love you. There is no one who could replace you."