The cold wind blew across my face, and raindrops splashed against me as I walked slowly, aimlessly. I wandered, drifting across a field, past dark houses and unlit factories. I was lost, and it didn't matter. The darkness of the night matched my heart, and the tears on my face mingled with the rain pouring down. Agony rose from within me, it surrounded me on every side. I was on a hill, I could see her here, I saw her with her little smile, the one only I understood, the one that gave me hope, and made me afraid. I could see her walking up the hill towards me, only I was there with her, and she held my hand, and spoke words that lingered in the air with their beauty and their love. I saw myself, kneeling in front of her, and I saw her look at me, and smile. The rain pooled around my feet, and I fell, and I saw her again, lying there beside me, and she was gazing far above, the stars shining brightly, and I saw my star, but I didn't have to look up to see it. I buried my face in my hands, and into that blissful darkness floated the words, "Guess who?". And I screamed, her name, and I screamed at the memory, and I could see her again, and she was looking at me, and I could see her pain, and I could hear myself say, "I'm sorry". I saw her smile at me, and I could not watch any longer. I poured my terrible sorrow out against our stone, and I saw the engravings, and I saw her hand scratching out her name, and I saw how my hand joined hers, and I saw us form the heart, and I saw her smile at me. I cried, and I could hear her crying beside me, and I saw myself take her hand, and I saw her tears falling, and I silently comforted her, and I cried, and was silent.