It was midnight. I was clambering into the church grave yard, my face crimson, my blood ice cold. It was starting to get windy, misty even. I shouted, seeing if anyone could hear me, but the wind just carried my voice into the darkness. Where was he? He said he'd be here. I started to frantically panicked and looked among the grey, grave stones. Without a word said my voice was drowned out by a sudden death call, I slowly climbed up a rock. I looked down and there in the blackness he lay there. Not breathing. I was chocking...