A few droplets of rain fell softly to the ground. The morning's pouring of rain had left a slight overcast and a scent of wet soil lingering over the graveyard.
Walking across the narrow pathway was Millie Saunders, wearing a black jacket and a dark pink scarf. In her hand she held a bouquet of lilies with a single red rose placed in the middle. She turned when she reached a row and started walking along it before stopping at a headstone. The bouquet was placed leaning against the grey rock.
"I thought about you the other day," Millie spoke, partly to herself. "I was looking through some photos from Friday's night-out and remembered that one time we were at the club with your friends. You had left to get a drink at the bar when some guy sat down next to me and started chatting. I can't remember anything of what he said, but I remember that I asked if you were jealous about it when you got back. You weren't, because you were sure that I would never leave you for someone else like that. I smiled and continued drinking. You meant well, but had a tendency to put your foot in your mouth. I still can't shake the feeling that I ruined that evening for you by feeling ill and forcing us to leave early, even though you kept saying how you were bored already."
She sat down in front of the headstone, just of the path, and took of her gloves. It was cold out, but she didn't really like the feeling of wearing gloves, too confined.
"Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I miss you." She snivelled, holding back the tears as best she could. "Everyone keeps telling me I couldn't have done anything, but I don't believe them. There must have been something I could've done. If I hadn't left during our fight I could've called an ambulance, and they would've been able to resuscitate you and you wouldn't have died alone in the flat. I'm sorry. I'm so, so very sorry!"
She curled up as a tear left her cheek and fell to the ground. Fell like a droplet of rain.
