Mattie Love watched as he approached, the bouquet of roses a stark contrast to the graveyard's gloom. The tombstone pulsed with an ethereal glow, its heart-shaped light reflecting in her eyes. She traced a finger along the cool silver links of the chain at her throat, feeling their weight—a constant reminder of promises made and kept. She held a single red rose, mirroring his offering, and felt a familiar anticipation rise within her. He stopped a respectful distance away, masked but present. Mattie Love offered a small nod, acknowledging the gesture, ready for whatever this unusual courtship might bring.