It had been a beautiful day. He thought. It would be the first day of the rains. The day began with dark overcast skies, holding heavy gray clouds, he knew a heavy downpour would occur. Now, towards evening, it had cleared up a bit, but the sun still tried to peek from behind the slumbering gray clouds. Although the sun had lost most of its heat, its light still shined, giving the clouds a silvery look as they reached down to touch the earth with its golden fingers.
             He stared blankly, aware yet unaware of his discomfort from the sun and the humidity. Today is much too beautiful a day to die, he thought. He imagined the rays of sun eating away at her body, slowing taking away the last of her until she would be gone from him forever.
             He paid no attention to the many friends that surrounded him. Some spoke words of sympathy as they passed, some patting him on the back not saying a word. They were grieving friends, their friends. No, they were her friends, all the people who had loved her. These friends loved her beauty, her kindness, compassion and warmth; the list goes on and on. He never had any friends he just had hers.
             They had been together 18 years now, just the two of them. Neither of them had any family left, just her friends. They had met while attending college at U.C. Davis. She stood out among the rest with her long black silky hair neatly braided down her back, her 5 foot 2 inch figure beneath her colorful traditional sari, made her seem to float, her round face always bearing a smile. He was somewhat of a loner by nature. She was popular. He was unknown. She was beautiful. He was overlooked.
             None of her friends ever understood what she saw in him. He himself had asked her why she loved him. He remembered her looks as she gazed at him and finally said "because you are you." That was enough for him, he never asked that question again.
             Her friends were stunned even more when they found ...