- Whether he believed the tales he heard or not, the male thought it wouldn't hurt to visit.
Everyone always said that spirits came out for Halloween. The earth-toned wolf strolled
through the crumbling walls into the overgrown cemetery, guiltily thinking that he could
have trimmed some of the bracken before it got this bad. He sat down in front of a grave,
flanked on either side by a wilting rose. Try as he might to convince himself otherwise, he
knows he saw something flash behind the weathered and illegible tombstone. It had to be
them. Two whole years. How could his lost love not miss him as much as he missed them?
- "Hello, my dear"
