''So why didn't you keep your promise? why did you leave me all on my own." That voice belonged to the bright eyed girl, only her eyes were no longer big and bright they were big and red from sleepless nights. Her little hands trembling as she dropped a single rose on a grave, before running as fast as she could. The sun did not shine, the wind did not blow, there was not a single cloud in the sky but for some reason the rain began to fall. The rose, will eventually wilt and become one with the earth... we all will. That's the circle of life we live and then "die." Death is something we all share in common. Something we can't cheat or escape.