And Be My Love..., by Mary Wallace

They had only seconds to grasp hands before death overtook them. Plans for college and marriage evaporated the minute the drunk driver failed to stop. Terry was laid to rest in her hometown, a beautiful plot on the side of a hill; two days later Ian was interred some kilometers distant. A number of car cameras captured a ghostly figure as it emerged that night, floating above the track which connected the two towns. No witnesses however, saw the hand reach from Terry's grave as she welcomed her lover to his new home, and to her bed.