The rest of the world is celebrating a day of togetherness and love when he sees her for the first time.
That is not to say he notices her.
On the contrary, his eyes brush right through her as though she is not even there. It may be that she is not, but the catch in her empty chest is something new, startling enough to warrant a hitch of breath and the merest closing flutter of eyelids as a hand comes up to cradle the pain in her torso.
It is a long time later when she realizes that what she felt on that day of red and white and flower petals is what the day has always been aboutand that by seeing him on that day and her subconscious making the connection that she would never realize, at least not until it was too lateand that by waiting for him to come back to a ghost he may never have even saw, that she may have doomed herself to the worst kind of fate she never wanted.
He always wakes up alone, and this time is no different. Grey stone threatens to swallow him up