A.N: Here it is, last part.I enjoyed writing this little trio of chapters,
I hope everyone who read it liked it too.
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It was a beautiful day out. Sunny and breezy and not a cloud in the sky. It suited her, it suited her new life. Once a year for the past six years she's sat in this exact spot, in front of his simple tombstone. She once again indulges in this meaningful ritual. Meaningful, yes, and no longer depressing.
She's smiling as she starts to talk to him, a first since this tradition began.
"Hey Mike.It's been a while. Another year, but I guess you pretty much knew that." She laughs at the absurdity of the comment and reaches to trace the engraved 'M' with a gentle finger.
"You've been missed a lot in this past year." She pauses and considers her next words. "And you've missed a lot. A lot of things have happened."
Instinctively she moves her left hand to rest on the barely visible protrusion of her stomach. The movement creating a prism of light, caused by the diamond ring on that same hand, to dance on the granite. Her right hand finishes outlining the lower case 'l' before beginning the uppercase 'V.'
"I know you wouldn't approve, I know that wherever you are, that you're frowning at me and my decisions. But that's not what I came for, your approval."
She frowns, the first frown on her face for a long, long while.
"I came just to say good-bye. A year from now, I don't know where I'll be, but Mike, it wont be here. I don't know if it ever will be again. Everything has to end sometime, and this should have been over a long time ago."
Her finger reaches the 'n' at the end of his name.
"Good-bye"
Sydney slowly rises from her sitting position and begins to walk toward the parked car, without any guilt or doubt about whether it should be him that is waiting there for her. The car with Andrew Sark in it.
Her child's father.
Her husband.
She gets in and turns on the radio as he backs out of the cemetery.
"You still love him, don't you?" He asks her. His wife, his love, his life. "Yeah.I'm sure I always will."
She doesn't look at him or touch him, she doesn't need to.
"You know I love you more, right?" She asks him. Her husband, her love, her savior.
A slow grin makes its way across his face. "Yeah, I know."
He keeps driving, neither knowing where exactly they're going. But that's fine with them both, because really, they've already gotten there.
It was a beautiful day out. Sunny and breezy and not a cloud in the sky. It suited her, it suited her new life. Once a year for the past six years she's sat in this exact spot, in front of his simple tombstone. She once again indulges in this meaningful ritual. Meaningful, yes, and no longer depressing.
She's smiling as she starts to talk to him, a first since this tradition began.
"Hey Mike.It's been a while. Another year, but I guess you pretty much knew that." She laughs at the absurdity of the comment and reaches to trace the engraved 'M' with a gentle finger.
"You've been missed a lot in this past year." She pauses and considers her next words. "And you've missed a lot. A lot of things have happened."
Instinctively she moves her left hand to rest on the barely visible protrusion of her stomach. The movement creating a prism of light, caused by the diamond ring on that same hand, to dance on the granite. Her right hand finishes outlining the lower case 'l' before beginning the uppercase 'V.'
"I know you wouldn't approve, I know that wherever you are, that you're frowning at me and my decisions. But that's not what I came for, your approval."
She frowns, the first frown on her face for a long, long while.
"I came just to say good-bye. A year from now, I don't know where I'll be, but Mike, it wont be here. I don't know if it ever will be again. Everything has to end sometime, and this should have been over a long time ago."
Her finger reaches the 'n' at the end of his name.
"Good-bye"
Sydney slowly rises from her sitting position and begins to walk toward the parked car, without any guilt or doubt about whether it should be him that is waiting there for her. The car with Andrew Sark in it.
Her child's father.
Her husband.
She gets in and turns on the radio as he backs out of the cemetery.
"You still love him, don't you?" He asks her. His wife, his love, his life. "Yeah.I'm sure I always will."
She doesn't look at him or touch him, she doesn't need to.
"You know I love you more, right?" She asks him. Her husband, her love, her savior.
A slow grin makes its way across his face. "Yeah, I know."
He keeps driving, neither knowing where exactly they're going. But that's fine with them both, because really, they've already gotten there.