Working on this haunting story tonight. 📖 #amwriting
His leather gloves brushed off the snow from her grave, revealing her name below, Natalie Elizabeth Black and the years she lived, 1877-1895.
He shuddered, falling down on his knees, praying he wouldn't lose her again.
Some things can not be changed, only time is the enemy but this time he would not be denied. He vowed to keep her safe.
Standing back up, he dropped the red roses onto the white sparkling snow and kissed two of his fingers before touching her gravestone.
A warm feeling rushed through him.
He turned back and drove to the apartment.
Holding his other bouquet of red roses, he made his way back to Natalie, his eternal love. .