468: WITH YOU AGAIN

ARIEL'S POV As I walked through the wrought iron gates of the cemetery, my heart felt heavy, burdened by the weight of grief that had become a constant companion since Luke left us. Luke's hand clasped mine tightly, offering silent support as we navigated the rows of headstones and monuments, each one a reminder of the finality of death. The air was still, with only the distant sound of birdsong breaking the silence. The sky above was a canvas of soft pastel hues, casting a gentle light over the somber landscape below. Tall oak trees stood sentinel, their branches reaching towards the heavens as if in supplication. We finally reached Luke's grave, marked by a simple headstone adorned with his name and the dates of his too-short life. The cemetery staff's care and attention were evident in the neatly trimmed grass surrounding Lukel's grave. I squatted down beside the grave, my fingers tracing the letters of Luke's name as tears filled my eyes. "Hey there, sweetheart," I whispered,