They buried Lina beside Kai.
Two graves, side by side, overlooking the sea. Their names carved in stone, dates marking lives fully lived.
Hope spoke at the funeral.
"They taught us what love looks like," she said. "Not perfect love—real love. Messy, complicated, choosing each other every single day. They lost each other and found each other again. They built a family, a legacy, a love story that will outlast them."
She paused, looking at the graves.
"But here's the thing—they're not really gone. They're in every story I write, every note my brother plays, every grandchild who carries their spirit. They're in the music and the words and the love we all share."
She smiled through tears.
"That's what time can't erase. That's what lasts forever."
Years later, their grandchildren visited the graves.
They brought flowers, told stories, played music on portable speakers. Kai's compositions filled the air, floating over the sea.
"I never met them," the youngest said. "But I feel like I know them."
"You do," her mother replied. "They're in you. In all of us."
They stayed until sunset, then walked away together.
Behind them, the graves stood peaceful—two names, one love, forever.
THE END
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