**A Year Later**
He was gone.
Two words. They carry the weight of a world collapsing, the brutal truth that life can end without warning, without mercy. Death is so final, so unforgiving.
They say it’s a thief that steals more than just a heartbeat. It takes away laughter, shared secrets, future plans whispered late into the night.
It takes pieces of you, leaving behind an ache that seeps into your bones, a silence that screams louder than any words.
Racheal never thought she’d be here, standing in a graveyard with her heart shattered, her dreams scattered like fallen petals.
She stood, staring at the earth that now held the man she loved. The one she thought she’d spend forever with. Her legs felt weak, but she forced herself to stay standing, clutching the hand of her little boy
