An ending that appeared when I started writing.
I can see it from here, her tombstone, it mocks me from the entrance of the graveyard. Such an old word, graveyard, cemetery is more modern. An angel holding out its arm in supplication, golden tears rolling down cherubic cheeks, entreating the heavens for a miracle.
She was so young and alone and I loved her. I know that now, I knew it in that moment when I felt that she might be taken from me. I don't know why and I can't seem to accept that she's gone. My heart seems to break into so many pieces, not a thousand or a hundred as cliché states.
I've stood at these gates everyday for a month since I lost her. There was a moment of hope, but it was shattered by the monotonous beep of the machines signalling her death.
She passed onto a better place, I tell myself. I wish this was a nightmare, but it's a reality and sadly I'm stuck living in it. I can't escape from this pain, it follows me like a demon demanding penance.
I've seen their faces as they watch me wallow in sadness and despair. Misery feared love and so it killed our chances of being together.
The horrible news that she received was that she would never be able to have children. A standard appointment with her doctor turned up something weird, followed by a bunch of children and thus followed her horrendous reaction.
Another reason, I can't understand why she would try to take herself from a world that needs her. I need her, she was loved by me, but perhaps she didn't know it or couldn't see it.
I'll never know, I will love her and miss her forever, but I can only mourn her in passing and hope to meet someone someday who will remove the shroud of utter misery from my heart.
If not, it was better to have loved and lost then not have loved at all.