This time when I pass her grave, I hear nothing. The long conversations late at night seem like a lifetime ago. I realize that she hasn't really been talking all this time. She's dead. I have been holding on to something that is long passed. I think it's time to let the grass finally grow, and walk down a different path. It's time for me to move on from the sick fantasies of bringing her back. Even though I am partially responsible for her death, I must leave this place, and the echoes of the past, once and for all...