She was alive once, but now she is stone.
She gave everything she had to him just before he died right there next to her. Underneath a stone, one just like her, he is buried.
While they lay together in that time when they were in love, just after they had acted on their impulses, his body steaming, barely breathing, she traced the outline of his face and cried, knowing he was leaving her. His final smile filled her heart and she vowed never to leave his side.
His body has been moved now, but her promise in stone still lies in the moment of thier passion, of their love.
Youth has left us all now, those who once knew them. We are old, and he is dead. But there she still lies, exhausted and sustained by nothing but her promise and the cold ground beneath her. We used to leave flowers.
They never should have taken his body. She has no company now, though she is beautiful. She, like us who knew them, is alone.
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