She was the only one who ever really cared. Not just for my well-being, but for me.
There could have been love there, but now I'll never know.
I'm on Earth now, kneeling at her grave. The stone tablet does not do her justice. There are carved roses near the top, just above her name. They match the bouquet I've brought with me. I brush my fingers against the inlaid text, desperately trying to keep tears from falling.
The weather changes from dry partly cloudy to drizling. I didn't know; didn't think to check the Weather Channel. Who cares, really?
The drizzling turns to a steady rain, which washes away my tears. I don't move from my kneeling position, don't care that my suit pants are beginning to become dirty.
Lowering my head, I begin to cry openly. My whole demeanor changed.
The rain stops. I look up, confused. It hasn't stopped, so why am I no longer getting wet?
Something in the corner of my eye becomes clear; it's another person. I turn to them, and blink hurriedly, wiping at my eyes. I stand, and become nervous.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't think anyone would be coming today."
The other figure gives me a wan smile, which doesn't at all reflect the emotion in his eyes.
"It's alright. I don't think she would have wanted any one of us to be alone right now." The word 'alone' was half-choked out.
"I--" I begin to say, but he cuts me off.
"I know you loved her. I know you still do."
"She loved both of us," I finally admit, my voice steadily becoming a whisper.
The other man shook his head. "No. It was you. She loved only you, Jonas."
I look him in the eye, though he's a good three inches taller than me. "Doctor Jackson--"
"Call me Daniel. I've been trying to get you to do it often enough."
We both bite our bottom lips, both trying to keep the tears away.
Finally, I whisper, "I wasn't invited."
He responds to me, his voice equally low. "I know. I'm sorry."
We stand there in the rain, and remember the woman we both loved.
What could have been... We'll never know.