"You know everything I've been through, don't you, Theseus?"

Cecelia looked at a stone carefully selected from her by the lake and rubbed its smooth surface.

"Yes, Cecelia. I know everything about you."

"It's good that I have a witness to tell about my life."

Cecelia moved the stone to Mathew and Marsha's joint grave as their headstone.

She picked up a small sharp stone and was about to carve Mathew and Marsha's names into it, but hesitated for a moment and had a second thought.

"In memory of a pair of brave lovers – who are fearless for love."

Unknowingly, it was night already.

Cecelia remembered that morning when...