Sad story about love

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Today is a month since he fell in coma. I'm going to hospital today and see if there is any news. I'm getting into his room. He is not there. I thought he maybe woke up and went somewhere, but he would call me. I found nurse that was taking care of him.

'Excuse me, where is Brian?'

'You don't know?'

'No.'

'Brian passed away yesterday. I'm sorry for your loss.'

'Brian...died?'

'Yes, I'm so sorry. We couldn't do anything.'

I fell on floor. I started screaming and crying. Nurses got me out of hospital. Guy, who drove hospital car, drove me home. Funeral was in the afternoon. I went in room with his body. I took off my necklace and put in into his hand. I told him the last goodbye and got out of that room. We buried him. I watched how they're throwing sand and something else on his cofin. Lot of people threw roses into a hole. Everyone left after funeral. I was alone, I stood next to his grave. On a moment I thought I saw his ghost next to me. Rain started. Warm summer rain.