Prompt: My muse has been dead for years. On the anniversary of their death, your muse goes to visit their grave. What do they say? (John - Mary)
"Okay. Um. So, it's been six years now. Six. Wow, that's gone quick. Darcie's, um, she's almost six, too. She comes with me most times we come here- Oh, but you'll know that anyway.
"She's so lovely. You'd be so proud of her. Top of the class, the little genius. She looks like you, a lot more than she does me. It… It hurts, y'know, some days. Seeing your eyes, but not with you being there.
"I miss you so much, John. I still blame myself for losing you. If I hadn't asked you to go out to get that damn ice cream, you'd probably be standing right here in front of me. Don't think of me as a bad mother, but I blame Darcie, too. If I wasn't pregnant, I wouldn't have wanted it.
"But… That's selfish of me. And- God, I'm terrible as a mother. It's a miracle I've still got her here with me, and not up there with you. Too many near misses.
"It's been so long since I've come here. And I'm sorry for that. Really. Darcie asks about you a lot, especially recently. 'Why am I called Darcie, Mummy?' and 'When's Daddy coming home, Mummy?'. On too many occasions, I've broken down and cried, having to ask Molly to come over to both babysit Darcie and myself.
"God, it's been hard work. And so many times I've wanted to give up. But I haven't, because I know you'd be disappointed in me, in your 'I'm not, I'm just tired' way.
"I love you, so much. And, well, we're another year closer to meeting again.
"I'll see you soon, darling."