When you lose the love of your life, you can never love anyone else again.
She stroked the cold tombstone as tenderly as if she were caressing her lover's face.
The first half of her life had been a nightmare. At long last, she had found that bright, pure moonlight that illuminated her dark existence. But who could have imagined that even the moon would fall?
From then on, the second half of her life plunged into even deeper darkness, without a single glimmer of light.
