Terribly written, but I made my point.

She wanted to remember this feeling. It was that everything would be alright. Lilium stood in the sultry, still cemetery. Her breath could be seen on the air. The trees were brittle and dead, the sky gray. Dim sunlight slanted across the graves, and crows cackled in branches above. Leaves rustled below. Somehow, it was beautiful. And she knew everything would resume. She would resume.
"If you do anything with your life," she told herself, "be sure it is that you recall this moment."
It was that in which she chose to be happy. For the last time, she swore she would do it, and she didn't need anyone else. She could do it by herself. Just as people made their luck, she was to fabricate her contentment. It was no matter that her life was falling apart, and she had few people left. She had Lilium. And within Lilium was a wild spirit longing to be free from the chains in which she was bound. Those of depression and fear.
A smile slowly crept across her lips. Lilium smiled. She knew it was the beginning of a new chapter. She could overcome an eating disorder, so she would overcome this, this pathetic sadness. There was nothing truly wrong.
She turned and commenced her run. The sun did not shine, and the birds did not sing. It began to snow. But she was happy.