She opens the window shield and sticks out her head every time she sits in the back seat of the car.
She liked the warmth of the sun on her face; she liked how it felt, it reminded her of him.
It reminded her of how warm his hands were when he touched her cheek, how warm his lips were when he kissed her forehead and how warm his heart was when he spoke out " I love you".
But now he's gone, taking all what she had felt away with him.
And all that remained was the sun, its warmth, and her memories of him.