The air was thick, heavy with the weight of memories I could never shake, and it clung to me, suffocating me with every step I took.
I didn't know how I had gotten here, standing in front of her grave.
I didn't know why I thought this would bring me any kind of closure. Maybe I had come for absolution, hoping that standing here, at the final resting place of the woman I had loved and lost, would somehow make it all stop.
But it didn't.
The pain only deepened, cutting into me like a jagged knife. I could barely breathe. My chest was tight, constricted by grief and the crushing weight of my own guilt. Caitlin's name was carved into the cold, unforgiving stone before me, and for a moment, I forgot how to exist. I couldn't even move.
She's gone.
The words bounced around in my mind, echoi
