Fingertips trailing over protruding collarbones.
His breath hot on the side of her neck,
His broad chest pressing against her back.
Moving his hands to her shoulders,
He rubbed them soothingly.
"Open your eyes." Came his soft voice,
Right by her ear.
As she hesitated he squeezed her shoulders,
Until her eyes fluttered open.
Her breath caught in her throat,
Scalding hot tears pouring down her flushed cheeks.
She was standing at a grave,
His grave.
Clenching her fist down upon the roses in her hand,
She brushed the stems.
Thorns pierced the tender skin of her palm,
But the pain went unnoticed.
Dropping to her knees,
She sobbed uncontrollably.
The feeling of him around her was gone,
She was unbearably alone.
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