The medals on his chest rang like funeral bells struck too soon and wedding bells that would never ring. The silent tears that came would weigh him down harder than any rain as he walked through the graveyard that just felt like it was made of shadows, almost unreal. The stone that was his goal felt too ominous to approach for it bore her name. Her sweet name that would never slide from his lips in greeting again. The tokens of his deeds meant nothing for they had failed her. It all had been taken and that was why he had joined the war but he lived while she had not. Now all he had left was shadows and these damn medals...
