* Julliane *
At present.....
The wind in the cemetery had begun to carry a sharp, biting chill, signaling the coming of colder days. The once golden leaves of a tree now scattered around my feet, crunching under my boots as I stood still, unmoving, in front of my grandpa's tombstone. The sun had dipped low behind the trees, casting long, solemn shadows over the cemetery. I didn't cry anymore, not because I didn't want to, but because I had no tears left.
My grief had drained them all. It had been days, maybe weeks, and though the pain still lingered, I had come to accept what I could not change. He was gone. Gone from this world, gone from my life. My grandpa, the man who had shown me more love than anyone aside from my father, was now resting peacefully, side by side with the man who r
