Hers

Lea’s eyes were red-rimmed from crying, her hand resting over her hip. She looked tired, sleep deprived,grief etched on every fibre.She stood by her aunt’s grave, her black dress clinging to her pregnant belly. She looked fragile, her face pale and drawn, but there was a stubborn resolve in her eyes. She had insisted on being here, defying the doctors and her own body's protests. The air was heavy with the scent of rain, the sky a blanket of grey.

The sky was overcast, as if mourning with them. A cool breeze rustled the leaves.

Jake stood a few feet away, his eyes never leaving Lea. His hands were buried in his pockets.His eyebrows furrowed.He was lost deep in thought. Phill was there too.The last guests had left, leaving the three of them alone.Lea’s fingers traced the edges of the gravestone, her voice barely a whisper. “She always believed in me..." Her voice trailed off. Jake stepped closer, his face was a mask of a lot of emotions of which concern was very prominent. “Lea, yo