Natalia's hands trembled as she grasped the damp soil , her eyes fixated on the casket being lowered into the ground. The sound of the dirt hitting the wood was like a drumbeat , echoing through her soul . " Rodrigo, my love". She whispered her voice cracking .

The mourners around her blurred into a sea of black , their faces obscured by the veil of her grief. She felt like she was drowning in an ocean of pain , unable to escape the crushing weight of her loss . As the casket disappeared from sight. Natalia's legs buckled and she collapsed onto the freshly dug earth . She clawed at the dirt as if trying to hold onto the last remnants of her husband's presence .

" Nooo!" she wailed , the sound tearing from her throat like a primal scream .

" You can't leave me Rodrigo, you can't ". The mourners surged forward trying to comfort her but Natalia shoved them away , her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity while the reporters took photos . She was alone in her husband's funeral...