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"Do you believe in Heaven?" The wind rustled through the cemetery grass. "Do you?" She shook her head. "Not anymore." "How come?" "Something's broken in me, Hugh," she whispered, eyes fixed on the daisy chain. "I don't believe in anything." "Nothing is broken, you," Hugh replied, lowering himself beside her. "You're just sad. It's okay." "I'm not sad," she crushed the flowers, throwing them at the grave. "I'm angry." Uncertain, Hugh shifted closer, draping an arm over her shoulder. "That's okay, too." "Is it?" She sniffed, turning to him, her sad eyes locking on his. "Am I okay?" "Maybe not now," he offered. "But you will be." "What if I'm not?" She sifted closer. "What if never?" "Then that's okay," Hugh tightened his hold. "You'll always have me."