I love you."

She mumbled as she ran her fingers through the gold engraved lettering on the tombstone that stood, still so erect. The cold wind whipped at hair, sending them flying all over her face.

Still in her squat position, and in eye level with the tombstone, she continued to run her fingers through it. It felt so smooth underneath her touch. As she stared at the slab of black granite, she felt a drop of water on her face.

She looked up to the heavens, and found out that even if the sky had turned into a home for angry grey pregnant clouds, the rain hadn't started yet, so that could only mean one thing.

Another drop fell onto her cheek, and she wiped her hands against her watery eyes.

Her legs were beginning to hurt a bit from being in that position, so she sat on the grass, and folded her legs.

"I don't care what people say about you, or how they condemn you, i love you. That

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Her hands gripped firmly onto the mic stand. Tens of curious eyes watched patiently at her. Their hands were stretched out with their logo brand mic, some were seated with their laptops out, they were all waiting for her.

To talk.

To let a little gossip slip out.

A gossip that could unite, or break. That could wreck havoc, not only between two of the largest companies home, and abroad, but also the life of someone.

From behind the podium where she stood, she felt a hand rest on her bare shoulder. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she noticed that some of the reporters had started typing down with fast fingers, on their laptops.

He took a step forward to stand beside her, and when Emily turned to look at him, he smiled at her lovingly.

Then, she felt his hand clasp against hers, and murmurs began to fill the hall. It took everything that was in her, not to wipe that disgusti

I love you."

She mumbled as she ran her fingers through the gold engraved lettering on the tombstone that stood, still so erect. The cold wind whipped at hair, sending them flying all over her face.

Still in her squat position, and in eye level with the tombstone, she continued to run her fingers through it. It felt so smooth underneath her touch. As she stared at the slab of black granite, she felt a drop of water on her face.

She looked up to the heavens, and found out that even if the sky had turned into a home for angry grey pregnant clouds, the rain hadn't started yet, so that could only mean one thing.

Another drop fell onto her cheek, and she wiped her hands against her watery eyes.

Her legs were beginning to hurt a bit from being in that position, so she sat on the grass, and folded her legs.

"I don't care what people say about you, or how they condemn you, i love you. That night, when you left me?-" she chuckled softly, and played with the bouquet of flowers on her hands

EPILOGUE