A/N: Originally done for 30 Days of Emmett. Thanks, hmonster4. :)
He knelt, eyes burning, over the weathered stone. "I heard about what happened," he whispered. "I never meant for it to be that way."
Wind skirled around his feet, kicking up leaves and a small twig that tapped his businessman's loafer. "Yeah, I know," he said with half a laugh. "You'd want more style, babe, but this is what I got." He sighed and it sounded as if the wind sighed in echo. "Today, this is it," he told the wind and the stone, the stone with the familiar shape in its usual place. "But at least my pleats are pressed."
A squirrel chittered at him and he chuckled. "No, I'm not insane, little one. Just lonely."
The small creature flared its tail as if in warning before dashing away to a low-branched pine. Emmett knelt in the dirt and caressed the rectangular piece of granite with its worn carvings. "Rosalie McCarty, Beloved of My Soul." He couldn't cry, but he wanted to – more than he wanted to follow her. "I'm still here. It's been a hundred years, and I'm still here."
The wind grew stronger and, though he was made of something like granite himself, he responded by moving away from the gravestone. "I know. I've got things to do. And you're happy, now. That's all that keeps me going. But I'll never stop loving you and I'll find you. Someday."
He withdrew a chrome-treated socket wrench from the latest BMW series and left it as a token. Because it would last longer than a rose. Longer than his Rose.
Only the squirrel saw him kiss the granite memorial, choke on a sob, and walk away.