Her efforts to tint the forlorn fog with the three magical words'I love you' were always futile.

The air remained grim and heavy between them.

Yearned for the familiar embrace, instead a cold silence seized her.

So she walked away, crunching on the dead leaves with a heart so cold, yet a yearning too warm.

But then the crooked tombstone creaked.

For her love was immortal and so was he.