I had the feeling someone was watching me. I was going down at the graveyard. I’ve had the feeling of something like a shadow watched me. It was the feeling that you see something out of the corner of your eye and then when you turn around, there's nothing. It could also just be my own shadow, but here in the darkness do you not have a shadow.
His grave was easy to spot. There were flowers everywhere and the new moon cast a mysterious glow on the grave. I sat down on a small bench and enjoyed the sparse moon light, while I waited. Waited for my love. When the church clock showed half past eleven, the ground where he was buried began to move. My heart sat up in my throat. It feelt like I’ve not have seen him for several hundred years, though it was only 4 hours ago.
He brushed the soil away from his shirt. I still sat on the bench without moving a muscle, without showing signs of my presence. His profile was more beautiful than I could remember. The high cheekbones and deep dark eyes.His eyes searched each a small square. When they found my eyes it was as if we melted together and became one.
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