Valentine's Day.
He couldn't let his eyes wander away from the flames that used to be his soul mate. The reason of his existence. His wife Rosalie. It couldn't be all over. Not that way.
And the clouds above move closer. Looking so dissatisfied. And the ground below grew colder.
'No. It's all just a daydream.' He tried to convince himself. 'It can't be real. Life can't be that cruel!'
As if life wasn't cruel. He was burning. Burning inside. He fell to his knees. Begging. Begging for it to be a dream. All a dream.
But he would never again wake up and hold her in his arms. Her body next to him. Feel her lips brush his.
Her love. Her smile. Her face. Her body. Her hair.
He couldn't bear it. But he couldn't scream to free himself. That would make it all so real. No. He wouldn't scream.
It was all silent. There was just the fire. The fire and him. The fire, him and his tearless sobs.
'Rose' he sighed.
I never knew what it was like. To be alone on a Valentine's Day.