If anyone wanted to know, this story is as if The Last Farewell never happened so the town is still standing up straight.

1881:

Albert was lying on his bed, crying his eyes out.

Throughout the past few days, it had been like a routine. He would stay up all night silently bawling until he fell asleep. He would wake up at a late hour, eat very little, go to school late, have to stay after school later because of his absence, go to the lake, cry, go home, regect his homework, do his afternoon chores, pick at his supper, go up to his side of the loft, and the routine would repeat.

If you are wondering why this thirteen year old boy is acting this way, it is because he recently got news that the love of his life passed away. Her name was Syliva Webb.

Sylvia had been raped by a man in a mask a few months prior. The man turned out to be Mr. Hartwig, the towns blacksmith. A couple of months later after the incident, Sylvia was found to be pregnant. Since Albert had spent so much time with Sylvia, there was a rumor that started that Albert was the father of the unborn baby. No matter how many times he told people he wasn't, no one believed him except his friends, family and a few other people that had kind hearts. Sylvia's father forbit Albert from seeing his daughter since he too, believed that Albert had bad intentions and was not a good influence.

One day, the two lovebirds decided to run off together and get married. Albert would help raise the baby as if it was his.

In the day of there elope, Albert had accidentally gave away where Sylvia was to Mr. Hartwig while he was on his way to get some supplies him and Sylvia would need for their new life together.

When Albert had gone back to the barn where Sylvia was, Mr. Hartwig was there, trying to attack her again.

It all happened so fast. Albert thought to himself. One minute Sylvia was climbing up the lader and the next, she was falling and landed hard on the ground. The next thing he knew after that, Sylvia was saying her last words to him. He promised that the they would get married when she got better but that day never came. He hated that gut feeling that the last words he spoke to her were somewhat lies. He knew in that moment that she wouldn't get better but he couldn't admit it to himself. He had to leave a few moments after she fell asleep. He really thought that he would be able to see her again and have a conversation with her.

After that day, everyone got the news that Sylvia had passed away peacefully in her sleep. Her father said that he was going to move to Sleepy Eye and that there would not be a funeral and that Sylvia would be buried next to her mother, which made Albert even more upset. He didn't want to see the love of his life in a coffin, still, not moving. But he also kind of wanted a funeral just to see her one last time, even if she wasn't... alive.

Albert love Sylvia so much and still does that he had gotten a few thoughts here and there that he should end his life so he could be with her again but he knew that would make his whole family devistated and he didn't want that. He knew he would never, ever, find a girl that he could love more or equal to Sylvia because she was too special to him.

His also didn't want his heart to break like it already did.

His eyes formed warm tears and released while falling down his cheek.

Memories, good and bad, ran through his mind again as he cried himself to sleep.