A Girl, A Boy, and A Graveyard short story

           He visits her gave for the first time. He regrets not going to the funeral, but he couldn't let people see his face; he couldn't let people know.
           They said it was an animal attack. He wishes he could have been there to protect her like he said in the letters. He wishes he could have been between her and the animal so it was him in the grave and not her.
           His final letter weighs his bag down. It will never have a destination. It will never make her smile. She will never know it's from him.
           As he reaches her grave a tear falls on the newly turned earth. He breaks down and says everything he's thinking, not caring who hears.
           "It's not your fault," whispers a voice from behind. He turns to see her standing before him, white as a ghost. As a ghost. Without pause or shock he gives her the final letter. The letter that would finally allow then to meet.
           She fails to grasp the letter. Wisps of tears begin flowing down her face. He tries to make them disappear but his hand cannot touch her. They will never be connected.
           A wolf saunters into the graveyard. The girl and boy lock eyes. She nods and he eagerly obeys. He charges after the wolf. It is not a fight.
           Hand in hand, the boy and girl descend back into the grave. Into their new life.

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This was another journal, but a music journal with no topic. Her comment was just answering a question I asked, which is sad. Anyways, enjoy.