Author's note: Well hope you enjoy my very short story, well extremely
short for me anyway. Please review.
A single red rose was placed on the dark earth of the grave. Tears quickly followed, wetting the ground and dripping on to the rose. The droplets clung to the rose like dew on a spring morning. But those droplets weren't dew, and this morning wasn't spring. It was a frosty winters day, December 24th to be accurate, our anniversary. A year to the day when we first met. The ground was frozen solid but he didn't seem to notice as he knelt at the graveside of someone he loved, still loved. I could see each breath he took. A sign of life, the only living thing in the graveyard.
Everything was dead, the trees were bare and unwelcoming, the sky was cold and gray. His fingers strayed to the grave, lightly tracing over my name in the cold stone, "Angel".
I took a deep breath, out of habit more than anything, I didn't need to breathe anymore. I sat beside him, watching his face. How I wished that he could see me, that I could touch him, that we could be together again. He spoke softly,
"Angel, I miss you so much. You don't know how hard it's been without you."
"But I'm here," I replied, "I'll always be with you."
He didn't hear me.
"I love you Angel, it hurts," tears still streamed down his face, I reached out to brush them away. At least I could see him, he had nothing left of me other than his memories. My hand gently brushed across his cheek. Collins stood up abruptly, his hand gingerly touching his cheek. He had felt it, felt me touch him.
"A.Angel?" he called out uncertainly.
"Yes, yes it's me," my voice was drowned out by someone else.
"Collins!" Mark called as he walked towards us, "I thought you'd be here, come on, let's get back home."
Collins glanced around unsurely before going with him. I sighed watching them leave. I would always watch over him, protect him. I would live up to my name and be an angel, his Angel.
A single red rose was placed on the dark earth of the grave. Tears quickly followed, wetting the ground and dripping on to the rose. The droplets clung to the rose like dew on a spring morning. But those droplets weren't dew, and this morning wasn't spring. It was a frosty winters day, December 24th to be accurate, our anniversary. A year to the day when we first met. The ground was frozen solid but he didn't seem to notice as he knelt at the graveside of someone he loved, still loved. I could see each breath he took. A sign of life, the only living thing in the graveyard.
Everything was dead, the trees were bare and unwelcoming, the sky was cold and gray. His fingers strayed to the grave, lightly tracing over my name in the cold stone, "Angel".
I took a deep breath, out of habit more than anything, I didn't need to breathe anymore. I sat beside him, watching his face. How I wished that he could see me, that I could touch him, that we could be together again. He spoke softly,
"Angel, I miss you so much. You don't know how hard it's been without you."
"But I'm here," I replied, "I'll always be with you."
He didn't hear me.
"I love you Angel, it hurts," tears still streamed down his face, I reached out to brush them away. At least I could see him, he had nothing left of me other than his memories. My hand gently brushed across his cheek. Collins stood up abruptly, his hand gingerly touching his cheek. He had felt it, felt me touch him.
"A.Angel?" he called out uncertainly.
"Yes, yes it's me," my voice was drowned out by someone else.
"Collins!" Mark called as he walked towards us, "I thought you'd be here, come on, let's get back home."
Collins glanced around unsurely before going with him. I sighed watching them leave. I would always watch over him, protect him. I would live up to my name and be an angel, his Angel.