Moving On - Prologue
Even though two years had already passed, Richard Grayson still felt like he was married to the love of his life.
Her belongings had yet to be cleared out, and he still made the bed every morning just like she wanted him too. He still cooked her favourite food on a Sunday evening, and made the breakfast she preferred every morning. He still brought home books from his work he thought she'd like, and he still wore the wedding band on his finger.
The only thing that signified his wife's passing was the fact that his daughter had stopped talking about her mother almost completely. To be honest, Lisa was the only one who had really accepted Sarah's death, which is quite an admirable thing to do at the young age of four. In a way, she handled the situation with more maturity than her father, who was a man of the age 29.
Of course Dick knew he was a fool for not moving on, but he just couldn't. Sarah was the love of his life, he believed, and he would spend the rest of his life loving her and mourning her death, cursing the cancer that stole her from him and their daughter.
Some nights after he'd put Lisa to sleep, he'd cry. He'd sit down at the balcony in the chair next to hers, and he would cry. He would cry, scream, curse and drink. And eventually he would fall asleep, and the next morning he would wake up and once again cook her favourite breakfast.
Because in his heart, Richard Grayson was still a married man and he was not ready to move on just quite yet.