“I’m sorry.” The words barely a whisper before she turns her head to the side and starts to walk away from me. “I need to know that you understand what I’m saying”—she stops at my words—“I don’t even want to fucking breathe the same air you breathe.” I see her chest inhale as she turns her head to the side, her eyes looking past me towards the tombstone. "You aren’t the only one who loves her,” she says before she runs off and away from me, leaving me to watch her as she runs through the trees and disappears into the night.
