"I miss you"
One Year
His eyes were red rimmed, face still pale from shock as well as pain. The car accident had been sudden, brutal and all too final. The words had been said, the coffin lowered into the ground and the dirt placed back over her.
He came every Sunday and brought flowers. Her family were concerned about him but he shrugged away all attempts at comfort. He didn’t want anyone to come with him or hold his hand or tell him it was going to be okay in time.
It never would be. Not for him.
“You said you would never leave me.” He finally whispered. “You promised me, Angelica. But I should’ve known. I should’ve known that nothing good ever lasts for me.”
Five Years
His hair was long again, kept back in a neat ponytail. He still came every single Sunday. Grief had aged him and there were already streaks of grey in his hair, even though he was barely 40 yet.
“Every day I still miss you.” He said conversationally as he set down the flowers he always brought with him. The ache wasn’t as bad or else he had just learned to live with it. Alex wasn’t sure that either of those were things he wanted to contemplate.
Ten Years
There were no Sunday visits from Alex this time. Her entire family was assembled, looking on in their dark clothes for mourning but mingled in with fresh grief was one thought that everyone in the family had.
At least Alex was finally at rest and where he belonged: beside her.
