Even in death

Summer's POV

I stood at the grave of my grandpa, my sunshine, the man who had inspired me to move with the wind. I had come to his grave, as I had always done, to tell him how miserable I had felt without him, and how the world had stopped making sense a while ago. As I stood there I felt the breeze shift from the north, the south, the west and the strongest from the east and I turned to look beside me and saw him walking in a regal suit and tie, with his face shaded by the evening glow. I took a step back and nearly tripped over the grave stone of grandpa, I lost sight of this demigod for a second and then I felt a hand grab my arm as I almost fell backwards flat on my butt. His touch felt like a seal of fate, the beginning to our love affair. This beautiful stranger moved his lips, but I Summer could not make out what he said. My ears which had heard no sound since I came into the world could not understand what he said, I simply stared at his big brown eyes before he spoke again. His gesture drew back my attention before I moved my hands in sign language, then he smiled and the world made sense again