"I miss you....I wish you were still here..." I whispered, resting my head against the tombstone. Her name was etched in cursive, my name underneath telling that I was her wife. I growled in frustration as I saw men staring at me, disgust in their eyes as they knew who I was and who she used to be to me. "Move along you bastards!!" I yelled. They happily obliged, muttering dyke and homo-freak under their breath. I sighed and started to get up to leave. That is, until a hand can out of the ground and wrapped itself around my ankle, "I want to come back...help me...please..." She spoke in a horse whisper. With that, I sat down again in a daze.
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