The wind brushed her cheeks, catching his name and carrying it away from her. She crossed her arms over her breasts and sobbed, her gaze fixed on the rise. She would never again look at the horizon without seeing him outlined there.
As the wind gently caressed her face, it seemed to whisper his name, almost as if trying to soothe her sorrow. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, overwhelmed by grief, and tears streamed down her face. Her eyes remained locked on the distant rise, a poignant reminder of what she had lost.
In that moment, she realized that the horizon would forever hold his image, a lasting presence even in his absence. The landscape before her transformed into a reflection of her heartache, forever intertwined with the memory of him, making each glance at the horizon a bittersweet reminder of love and loss.
