Alternathon short story 16:

The wind whipped over his face, messing up his expensive and previously perfect hair, as he stood over the grave.

He made no noise but had tears coursing silently down his face as the looked at the mound of freshly dug earth that was the new home of his lover.

Eventually, he pierced the silence as he said ‘I’m sorry it came to this.’ He then trudged back to the waiting van to be taken back to jail.