Flowers slipped from my grasp to the fresh grass. Tears cascaded from my eyes. My fingers slid over the etched stone. "Sara. Sara." Her name dripped from my lips like a leaky faucet. "Why you?" I shut my eyes. That feeling of emptiness lingered.

The leaves fluttered in the wind. I felt someone behind me. "I can fix it," the man said.

I soared to my feet. Through my cries, "make it right," I demanded; my snot landing on his suit.

"Done." He snapped his fingers.

I backed to the marker. I felt a slight pain building up in my chest. I glanced back. The man wasn't there. The pain overcame me. It pierced my being. My legs gave out. Dirt filled my mouth. I stretched my hand toward the grave. I shut my eyes. "Sara, my love." She echoed in my mind, my only love. "I'll see you soon."