Even the crows around the graveyard came to visit her, but no person came to pay their respects, no human wished to see her. It was as if she was forgotten and nobody would ever pay attention to her again. The only reason there were flowers by her tombstone, were because the crows would leave little dandelions and cornflowers that grew by the meadow.

She never really cared, she only watched as the crows came to visit her and how they left flowers. She loved how the birds chirped and she loved how the graveyard was always peaceful. Although the people that came and went were depressed, she was happy that they remembered those who loved them.

"I...I was in love once." A very familiar voice had mumbled.

Jeanne peeked over the tombstone to see him. She smiled softly and intently looked upon him. He had not visited in decades as she had been waiting for him for a long while now.

"I had fallen in love... So why?" The male's voice had cracked. "Why?"

Jeanne frowned and stood. She walked towards him, but she stopped. He could not see her.

"Why did you have to leave me?" He snapped.

"Because that is life..." She mumbled although she knew he could not hear her.

"Do not dare tell me that it is because life is like such! That is a lie!" He screamed.

Jeanne's sapphire orbs grew wide and she slowly smiled at him.

"I... I fell in love with you Jeanne," he fell to his knees, looking past her and onto the grave. "I fell in love."

Right... He could not see her or hear her...

"Why? Why did you leave me?" He tightened his grip on the flowers. "Why? What did I ever do?" He hissed.

Jeanne watched as tears began to drop form his blue eyes and onto her grave.

"Why did they not see that you were everything to me? Were they too blinded by their hate that they did not notice that I was in loved you? That I am still in love with you?"

"I-I am so sorry, Francis..."

"I cared! I loved! I was so happy! But is the world too jealous of that? Is it so full of hatred that they had to break my heart, my love, my happiness? Did they have to strip me of all that made me live?"

She sat down in front of him and hung her head, hearing his words, hearing his rant. So much hatred laced the words as they escaped his lips. She wanted to comfort him, she wanted to tell him that she was there. But she could not.

"Why? Why?" He cried aloud letting the graveyard be filled with his voice.

He wanted to throw the flowers. He wanted to destroy them. Why were they so happy as he mourned?

"Please! Please do something! Show me that you're here. Show me that I am not just hanging onto a figment of my imagination. Please, I need something to keep loving you. I need you. Come back to me; please come back to me. I want you back. I need you back, Jeanne. Come back to me." He had left the flowers on the ground, and entangled his hands in the tall grass.

"I really wish I could, Francis, I really do." She muttered under her breath.

"I-I can't. I cannot do this anymore, I'm sorry... I really need something."

"Francis, I am really happy now; just please be happy for me and be happy for yourself. Trust me, you will feel much better." She smiled sadly at him.

"How do you expect me to do so?"

"Smile. Smile for me." She hushed.

"How can I forget?"

She gulped once she had heard him say those words. She did not want him to forget her, she wanted him to forget the pain, but not her. She wanted him to smile every time he remembered her, not mourn. She wanted him to see her in all that was well in the world, not in all that was destroyed. She needed him to see her in the fields of Lilies, not in the torn down graveyard.

He sobbed for what felt like ever, but he had calmed down after a while; his breath evened out and his eyes stopped producing tears, as he had almost come to loose his voice.

"He apologized the other day... A way I did not understand, but an apology altogether."

"Did he?" Jeanne smiled, knowing of who the man referred to.

"He told me that you were very beautiful and that he wished for you to leave me in a loving way... N-not like this..." The man's voice cracked once more.

"I'm alright with this..." She mumbled as she played with the blades of grass.

"A-and I have a child now."

Jeanne lifted her head in surprise and gave a loving smile. "Really? W-what's his name?"

"A little boy, Matthieu... Very cute... He reminds me of you."

"Does he?" She leered. It felt as if they were actually having a conversation, it was breathtaking.

"He has this charming smile... It brightens my heart. As if you had never left, and we were all a happy family... A-and his laugh is adorable. He has indigo-like eyes and blond hair... He's divine, just like you were."

Jeanne grinned and inched closer to the mumbling man.

"Anyways... I-I... I have to go... I will see you soon, alright?" Francis stood from her grave and fixed himself.

Her lips uncurled from the sweet gesture she held, and was replaced with a sad one. She did not want him to leave for she knew he would not see her for a long while.

"Au revoir..." He murmured.

"À bientôt... J'espère..." She sighed loudly.

"I hope so too..." He blinked and began to walk away.