The autumn leaves were flying around, giving away an impression of majesty, like fire made of wood, the red, yellow, orange, and few still green fragments of trees whirled around the procession, bringing with them the scent of grief and lost passion, and the bright colours where a contrast to the darkness emanating from the carriage. The young man gave a sombre look to the grown, his midnight-blue tail-coat flying around him in rhythm with the October wind, showing the irregular shivers of his mourning shoulders.Tears ran down his cheeks, tears falling from those deep gray eyes that had once loved, and the same wind that made his long jet-black hair undulate in a sorrow-filled waltz made an attempt to dry his tears... in vain... He remembered her laugh, her hair, that shone with the same bright heat of the red fall leaves spinning around his now still body.The pain he was now experiencing had passed beyond tears and cries, he felt his calm heartbeat, and the calm, not far from soothing, rhythm of his own dying breath. He couldn't believe it. Those pale enamoured sky-blue eyes would never contemplate his weak soul ever again, she would never watch his doubts again, his love for her, she would never be able to tell him what his feelings where, what she'd always been able to put into words far better than him. He would never see her sweet little fingers running down his body again. His heart jolted, his breaking mind couldn't bear the suffering anymore, and was now transmitting it to his body.His legs gave way, and he fell face down against the ground, tears slithering once more, tracing his jaw as her hands had once done, and crashed on the cool damp ground, like small crystal pearls, and his mind became foggy again. Drowning into death, ready to join her in their last home, his last sight was stars, bright, beautiful and eternal, like love beyond death, and her eyes graven in his mind.