The Chest

by depuis ciel

Death can never separate love, that's what Rosario believe. For until now she still thinks that her husband is still in love with its first wife. Who wouldn't? If he still keeps his first wife's clothes in a chest and carries the key anywhere.

I.

The squawks of a crow awaken Rosario from her buried thoughts and fixed gaze over her husband on the field. The agony never left her. Ever since she had found out about the small key and Juan's most treasured possession – Clara's clothes. Rosario didn't think twice, what she did somehow relieve her. But still, she's been daunted by worries and doubts, for Juan didn't say any word to her after the incident. And it hurts her so much seeing Juan acting like nothing is wrong. She wanted him to be mad at her, she wanted to argue with him, and she wanted him to explain everything. Rosario wanted to cry and rest upon his chest, to feel the beat of his heart and hear her name on its every beat. Or just simply to look upon his eyes and see her own reflection and not of Clara's. That's all she ever wanted in the world.