People die.

Juliet knew that. It's inevitable. But people were meant to die from old age.

Not when they were 32. And not from a motorcycle crash.

The paramedics said it was instant. That he felt no pain.

The night of the crash one of the medics walked up to the crying form that was Juliet. He held a small box in his hand.

"Here." He had told her with a grave face. "We found this in his pocket."

She flipped open the top of the lid with shaky hands and fell onto the ground when she saw the ring inside.

Shawn was going to propose.

She would have said yes.

But that had all been crushed.

A lot had happened in the one year after he died. Juliet turned 33. The thought stuck in her mind. She was older than Shawn. He was 32, his birthday not celebrated by anybody but her, for fear of ripping out the emotional stitches holding the pain back.

It wasn't much, she just decided visit his grave with new flowers. She reached her hand out and traced his name with her finger. All that represented a man so full of happiness, life, and love were a few words carved into a stone. She crouched down beside his grave and began talking to him. Telling Shawn she would have said yes. Telling him how much she missed him.

Grave is such a cold word. Especially if everything you ever loved was marked by it. She let a few tears slip down her cheek, which soon turned into what felt like a shower cascading down her cheeks. Juliet didn't stop it, only leaned up against the cold stone.

A few passerby gave her sympathetic looks, but left the grieving woman alone.

Before she knew it, Juliet was looking down at her watch, seeing that it was past 6 PM. She would have to go back to an empty house. She wouldn't help him prepare dinner. She wouldn't feel his kiss when she got back. She wouldn't be in his arms that night.

Starting her car, Juliet buckled up and tried to block out her thoughts by turning the radio up loud.

When she reached home, she sat down at the kitchen table and stared at the sharpie stain Shawn had made one day. She couldn't bring herself to get rid of it, but at the same time she wanted to. Juliet put her head in her hands as the wave of tears began again.

Somehow she hade made her way to the guest room. Juliet hadn't slept in the bed since the night before the accident. She couldn't bring herself to.

She touched the gold band around her left ring finger and wondered.

Should she even be wearing it?