PROLOGUE

The weather is exceptionally dreadful today; I wonder why. I’ve been visiting you since your passing and each day was warm and calm regardless of how strong sometimes the rains were... but what changed today? The winds are harsh and cool, lifeless colored clouds overran the basking sun, death-associated birds are flocking the trees, and everything seems to be bland.

The only answer I have in mind is that today is your death anniversary. Still I know that’s not a sufficient answer as to why I might be hallucinating your existence in front of me. If this is the only way to see you once again, I don’t care if my eyes are playing magic on me.

The moment I placed your favorite flowers on your name, its colors faded and everything went silent. It dumbfounded me, but strangely, it made me feel peaceful. I sat beside your tombstone in silence until I felt someone caressing my face, just like how you did before. Thinking that it was you, I lean more to your warmth and silently wished that you're with me again.