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The sky was gray.

A man in a tall black coat stood in the graveyard, looking at the tombstone bellow him and holding a single red rose in his hand. He stared at the grave silently; “Angie Beck; August 1987 – November 2010.” He smirked to himself silently and closed his eyes, remembering that name all too well. In a ritualistic manner, he pressed the rose to his lips and let it gently fall silently to the ground. If anyone were there to watch, they would have swore it were just like a movie.

“You always were the tragic poetic lover type, Dave.” His instincts quickly pulled a gun from his inside coat pocket and aimed it’s self towards the voice. Rarely did anyone sneak up on him and usually if they did, they wanted trouble. His eyes went wide and his jaw nearly dropped as he met eyes with his stalker; he stood frozen in place from the shock. A light drizzle began to coat their bodies both people stood apart from each other.

“Yep, and there’s the rain, right on cue.”

Silent and stunned, he began to come back to his senses. Dave dropped his gun and walked up to the woman.

“What’s wrong, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, or something,” she said with a smirk.

He put his hands to her face and touched it gently, as he had done so many times in the past. She was real, he was sure. This couldn’t possibly be someone else or some dream; it was reality. He was standing in front of her, the woman he protected and ran with so long ago. “Ang… A… An…”

“Angie,” she said as a tear ran down her cheek. “It’s Angie,” she repeated as she forced herself into his arms.

Description
The sky was gray.

A man in a tall black coat stood in the graveyard, looking at the tombstone bellow him and holding a single red rose in his hand. He stared at the grave silently; “Angie Beck; August 1987 – November 2010.” He smirked to himself silently and closed his eyes, remembering that name all too well. In a ritualistic manner, he pressed the rose to his lips and let it gently fall silently to the ground. If anyone were there to watch, they would have swore it were just like a movie.

“You always were the tragic poetic lover type, Dave.” His instincts quickly pulled a gun from his inside coat pocket and aimed it’s self towards the voice. Rarely did anyone sneak up on him and usually if they did, they wanted trouble. His eyes went wide and his jaw nearly dropped as he met eyes with his stalker; he stood frozen in place from the shock. A light drizzle began to coat their bodies both people stood apart from each other.

“Yep, and there’s the rain, right on cue.”

Silent and stunned, he began to come back to his senses. Dave dropped his gun and walked up to the woman.

“What’s wrong, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, or something,” she said with a smirk.

He put his hands to her face and touched it gently, as he had done so many times in the past. She was real, he was sure. This couldn’t possibly be someone else or some dream; it was reality. He was standing in front of her, the woman he protected and ran with so long ago. “Ang… A… An…”

“Angie,” she said as a tear ran down her cheek. “It’s Angie,” she repeated as she forced herself into his arms.