She walks to his grave alone. Alone like every day, or so she has told herself over and over. But he follows, just to make sure she doesn't do anything rash, anything stupid.
He knows she thinks about it. He can see it in her walled eyes. All her pain, her sorrow, her betrayal with herself. He knows she's just a step away, hovering on the edge, staying only for him because she knows he can't go with her and it's killing her more than the knife she has hidden ever will. He knows and he hopes that he is enough, but sometimes he isn't sure and he is terrified. (Take that back; he is always terrified. He knows someday he won't be enough to keep her anchored to the earth. Someday he won't be enough to get her up in the morning, to make her eat breakfast, put on her mask that no one can see through but him. He knows that he won't always be enough, and it kills him, too, even though he knows he can't die. Funny. The two of them dying slowly in their separate worlds, so close, yet so far apart. So very far apart.).
He knows she knows he follows, but they both pretend like always. Just like always. She lays it on his grave. The dead boys old wooden soldier. He remembers it well. She had showed it to him. What could this mean? Is she finally giving him up? Letting the guilt go free? But then she pulls it out and looks straight at him. She knows he is there. And she thrusts. She was always strong. It only took one.
She wasn't giving up on the dead boy, she was giving up on life. She wasn't letting the guilt if his untimely death go free, she was letting everything go free. She is gone before her crumpled body hits the ground.
He goes to her, though he desperately wants to drink, and feels for a pulse just in case, but no such tender reward is he granted. He stands. He stands and he lifts her body, moving it aside. Then he leans down, his hands kissing the ground, and begins to dig. Digs a hole big enough for both of them, and carries her and himself in. Holds her in one arm while he scoops the dirt in around them. There.
Together forever
The knife in her still clenched fist slices him in the darkness, and he lets his life slowly bleed out.
Together forever.