She hardly ever went out to that spot. But today she felt a great compulsion to do so. She was inexplicably drawn to the chair and followed the directions from her inner voice. She sat down and grabbed some snow. She breathed it in.
She looked up to the sky and then she remembered. This is where he had gone to die. In his final hour he sought a spot of his own and had rested his face down on the ground. She had looked into his eyes and she knew it was time. Those lovely, warm and haunting eyes. Her tear dropped onto the snow. He would always be there.