Better Places Part 1
“He’s in a better place now, you knew this would come one day,” They would all say. But it wasn’t like that. He didn’t just die, he had been dead for years now. But his ghost had kept me company. Floating around the house, keeping the house plants from dying, even after he had died himself.
It’s been raining for weeks now. Endless rain, storm after storm. The lightning is unbearable.
It’s been weeks since he left. He left and didn’t even say goodbye. I know that you never know when they are going to leave, but he should have at least said something before everything fell apart.
Everything was dying. That should have been the first sign, but I didn’t notice. I never noticed. His garden didn’t annoy me as much as it usually did. The flowers were wilted and dull.
The fact that you could smell the sea should have been the second sign. When he was around you would always smell smoke and flowers. It was one of those things that you wouldn’t miss until it was gone.