SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Scarlett

I frantically trampled through the mud. I did not know where I was going. He ran and shouted my name. My heart thundered. My hands shook. I could barely see through the misty, midnight air. I suddenly stopped.
The forest must have ended. I saw the apricot sunset ahead. I looked down and a grave stone. It was covered in moss and leaves, and bouquets of crimson flowers. I dug my nails in the carved letters and scraped some moss out so I could read it.

Scarlett B****** 2006-2018

I felt a cold, strong hand wrap around my neck...