A/N: I have decided to change the story a little. I hope that you will enjoy reading it :] All dates and physical appearances will go according to the book, not the movie. I picture actress Dianna Agron as Rhea.


.The narrator.

Rhea stood by a large oak tree, gazing at the little church which stood small and warm in the town square. Her new found senses were sharp, defined to the maximum. People who walked past her stared - how could a lady dress in a cloak which fell mid-thighs in the middle of winter?

The earth was cold, so was her heart.

Through her dark shades, she saw everything clearly. A group of girls who walked past her frowned, and stared at themselves. Rhea could read their minds clearly. All of a sudden, they found themselves so ugly compared to her. Their pride dropped, and they shuffled away quickly.

She kept her mind away from the church, afraid to read the thoughts of her loved ones who were inside. Or those who thought her dead.

But there was a voice so distinct, that she could not keep away from it.

She understood why. It was Riley's. He was so grieved, so lonely. She could hear him cry from where she stood. If her heart was broken into pieces, then it shattered even more.

How could you leave me alone? You promised, you promised, you promised! You promised that we would never part, not even in death.

His accusation and agony was loud in his head. She sank to the ground, unable to control the sobs that were building inside her. But no tears fell. The humans pretended to take no notice of a crying girl, and walked on.

A few contemplated to comfort her, but they never did.

She heard the soft organ from the church, and the shaky singings of her bereaved family.

But she never heard Riley's deep voice - the voice which lulled her to sleep in his arms when she was human. She got up, and walked towards the church.

The singings became louder. She looked in from the little window. On the altar, there was a white jar. She knew that it was her ashes inside. But it wasn't hers, for she stood there herself. Perhaps it was a poor soul's, whom her creator had killed.

Riley stood at the far end, leaning against the wall. His cheeks were sunken, and he was pale. All life was drained from him. Rhea covered her mouth, muffling her sobs.

How do you expect me to believe that you're gone?

His thoughts were clear in her mind again.

When the hymn had ended, she watched everyone take their seats. Her father, who was a military captain, one who never cried, covered his eyes and shook with grief. Her Aunt had to take her howling mother out.

Her brother all but stared at the picture of her. His thoughts were in a mess. Memories flashed, laughter echoed, crayons swiped across sheets of paper. And then, they disappeared. Just as how she did. He started to cry.

The pastor spoke, but she never heard a word. Her eyes were fixed upon Riley - her Riley. His honey coloured hair, the smile lines that were hardly visible now, the tall, muscular body that always comforted her when she was down.

She placed her gloved hand on the window, as if touching him.

Then, he moved away, up to the altar. She could hear his heartbeats, see the quiver of his lips, the crystal tears which were trapped in the corner of his hazel eyes, before he spoke.

"I spent a long time staring at a blank piece of paper, thinking of what to write. And up to now, I have not written a single word on it." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Rhea and I met in high school. It was on a summer's day, when I fell in love with her.

"She was a cheer leading captain then, and I was just a normal football player. We met by a river, taking a break from the world. From then on, we always went there after school.

"Her innocence and wonder opened my eyes to see the world in a different sight.

"You see colour pencils as a tool for making a drawing more beautiful and artistic - she sees it as a childhood memory. You see clothes as a materialistic cloth - she sees it as warmth for the poor and cold.

"You see mistakes as a sin - she sees it as a learning journey. You see kisses as an open affection to tell the world that you're in love - she sees it as a gift of love..."

He paused, and swallowed thickly, clutching the blank paper tightly. He sobbed once, twice. When he continued, his voice cracked.

"You see her as a beautiful girl who has lost a bright future - I see it as a world without a sun. It hurts..." He bent his head, and sobbed. Rhea cried along with him. "It hurts so much because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one, and in each of them we've found each other.

He no longer kept his tears within him. They flowed freely.

"I didn't ask for it to be over, but I never asked for it to begin. For that's the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets..."

Rhea's father walked up, and put his arm around Riley. He looked up at the cross, pressing his lips into a thin, quivering line.

"I cannot say good-bye to whom I have grown to love, for the memories she and I have made will last a lifetime. And they do not know how to say good-bye. Not in this lifetime."

He turned to the white jar on the table.

"A part of you has grown in me, together forever we shall be, never apart, maybe in distance... but not in the heart."

He dropped to the ground and sobbed, harder, louder. Everybody wept along with him. When he started to wail, Rhea screamed into the collar of her cloak. She was hurting, just as how he was.

It was a feeling of death itself. She heard Riley stumble down the altar, his cries echoing through the church.

I love you, Riley. But the sun has set, the day is gone.

I am gone.