Authore's notes: Second story for GW. I hope you like it.
The Name Of The Rose
I didn't understand at first. Why? Why you? Why not me?
I stand in front of the graveyard. Waiting for the gates to open.
I would have given everything for you. My money, my happiness, my love...
When the gates swing open... I do not see the old oak. I do not see the ash field. I do not see the graves. I only see darkness...
Why did you left us? Why did you left me? Weren't we worthy enough to fight for? To live for? Probably not.
When I walk past the graves I do not smell the scent of flowers but the smell of death.
Every morning when I woke up and found out you weren't there, my heart broke. Everytime something funny happened and I didn't hear you laughing, my heart ripped. Everytime I tucked myself in at night and you weren't there to do it, my heart shredded. Everyday, every night, and never did I see your face again, my heart shattered. So don't ask me why my heart is nowhere to be found.
It died along with you.
At the end of the line I stop. I look at the freshly digged grave. A simple wooden cross reveals who lies there. Where people can not hear you scream when you wake up. Where nobody but the worms will see you die slowly because of the lack of oxygen. Where I will never see your face again...
I never wanted you to be burried. The worms would eat you. The idea of that once lively body getting turned into an ugly skeleton revolted me. But when I found out you didn't want to be cremated I granted your last wish.
A wet droplet snaps me back to reality. Soon the rain is pouring down on me. It seems that every drop is washing away each emotion. I can't feel anymore. No anger, no sadness, no pain. Nothing, but void thoughts in an empty head.
I never thought I could do this. Visiting you and the muddy puddle called a grave. You said I had to move on with my life. To leave everything behind exept your memories.
For one last time I look at your final restingplace. Then at the stars, because I know you're looking down at me. Slowly, my hand unclenches and I drop a single black rose. The rose descends slowly, falling on your grave. I smile.
You always wore black. It was your favorite colour. So I gave this rose to you.
As a declaration of love. Because that's the name of the rose.
And slowly I walk away. To never forget the memories of the one I love.
Authore's notes: So who do you think that died? Review (with maybe the answer:) and I'll love you forever.