A/N-I haven't written any type of fan fiction in a long time. However, the movie really inspired me and I just have to get this out of my head. It may not be the most original idea but I think it's pretty nifty. This story is mostly for me but if you feel the need to tell me what you think, great. If not, I'm good with that too.
Of course I own nothing but the story so don't sue.
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As he made his way to the cemetery, he fingered carefully the item in his hand. The last gift to Christine, his most pure love. It was also a gift to him, the one that ultimately got her heart and most likely always had it. He was finally ready to give her completely to the other man. His pride wouldn't allow him to do it until now, two years after her death. It was a futile gesture though; she wouldn't have come back to him any way he willed or wished for it to happen.
He knew no matter what, she would have made the same choice. It took him a long time to fully understand that. That didn't stop him from still caring though and when news of her death came, it still stung.
He had heard of her life after him, it was impossible not to. He had liked to believe her success had something to do with him, but he knew that wasn't true.
He had reached his destination and looked at the cold stone that did not capture her light and warmth. The small but beautiful picture of her was one more reminder of the life he never got to have with her, as was the inscription of "Beloved Wife and Mother".
He looked one more time at the item in his hand and thought back to when everything had changed.