She met the young man then.
He approached her as she stared at the sun setting on the horizon at the beach. She looked as if something will happen only by staring.
'Are you planning to stay here forever?'
The man buttoned up his coat as the wind picked up speed. He tipped his hat downwards and joined her in staring at the horizon.
'Life screwed you up again?'
The silence continued until the sun set, and black pervaded the sky. She sat down on the cool wet grass and now as there was no sun she fixed her gaze on the water. There were no electric lights anywhere near, so it was only the weak moonlight reflecting from the water's surface, but it was enough.
'I don't want to tell you he's over.'
She finally lifted her gaze and looked at the man. Upon realising the ferocious look in her face, he tipped his hat to the front again and turned away to the horizon.
'He'll never get better, and he doesn't want to_'
'Shut up,' she interrupted calmly.
'I don't get why you go on.'
'You don't understand.'
'You might catch it too. I'm already worried about your health, you know.'
He sat down on the wet grass beside her then shifted his position to look at her directly, but she turned her head away.
'Listen,' he said as he held her face. She fought back a bit, not wanting to face him, but he persisted. She gave up in the end, but her cheeks glistened with tears by then. 'The very reason you're here right now...'
'No,' she said while crying again.
'The reason you are here...'
'No, no,' she shook her head and her voice cracked while saying it.
The man held up her face again and looked straight into her eyes. 'You were wonderful and patient, and I believe he's very grateful for that_'
'No, he didn't,' her eyes became redder and they filled with tears as time passed.
'But you know there's no point_'
'He won't die,' she whispered. 'He won't...'
'It was wonderful how supportive you were but_'
'Please stop,' she adopted a pleading look in her face. 'Jonathan please, I loved him.'
The wind blew the man's hat and revealed a sad face underneath.
'They told you he couldn't make it, right?'
'They're wrong.' She breathed in. 'Please, Jonathan_'
'I know you loved him. You were very supportive, and I'm sure he was happy being your husband_'
Then she collapsed. He let go of her but she lunged into him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He accepted it and held her in a warm embrace and placed his chin over head.
It didn't take time for her body to stop shaking, but he expected that she was still crying; sniffs and sobs were still audible from her.
He said, 'I wonder how is it to love someone like you did, sis'
She never answered.