Reflections

A girl looks down at a puddle and sees reflections smiling back at her.
Not one, but two.
She recognizes one.
The dark, soft curls. The dimpled smile. That look of hope etched in her wide hazel eyes. It was all too familiar.
The other, was a blur.
and just like that, both vanished as drops of rain began tumbling down, erasing the reflections from the waters once placid complexion.
The girl stood in the rain gazing into the broken reflections.
She allowed the water to pour over her.
Until her beautiful curls surrendered to the heaviness, until her smile fell with it, until her tears could not be distinguished from the incessant rain.
She just stood there.
She could not understand why there had been two faces staring back at her.
Two.
She tried to imagine the other face.
The girl longed to see it again.
To reach into the water and touch it, to assure that it wasn't just a fragment of her imagination
But it had vanished and there was nothing she could do.
It was gone.
Two.
Two faces.
Two reflections
That had stared back at her.
But how can that be? Mumbled the girl. As the rain dwindled to a halt,
a soft, almost inaudible voice fflew with the breeze and caressed her ear.
"By your side I will be always" is what the girl thought she heard.
Tears came down her soft olive colored face, and they kissed the ground as they formed a small puddle of their own.
She noticed a face looming next to her reflection, as she glanced at her pool of tears.  
The girl bent down, reaching to touch the other face.
Her touch broke the reflections.
And when the water regained its calm composure, she only saw one face.
Her own.
The broken girl put her hand to her face to stop the tears that were begging to fall down.
She heard fluttering and looked up at thr sky, just as a beautiful yellow and orange colored butterfly landed on her shoulder.
"always. In all ways" is what the girl  heard as the butterfly fluttered away up into the sky.
The girl forced a smile, as she put a hand on the grey tombstone, and the other on her stomach.  
The tail of her white dress blew in the wind and caressed the dark carvings engraved in the tombstone that read:

Tristan Persha
Beloved son. Friend. Boyfriend.

Just below it a newly hand -carved inscription read.. And father.