A walk to remember
The time after her death
Chapter one: Risen
A pool of his tears wet his black suit, and, as he looked up, ran down his cheeks and blrurred his vision. A grey nothingness was all he could see, for now his life was worthless. He knew it was going to happen, he knew the emotional dammage was going to come sooner or later, but never, never had he thought it would hurt this much.
A cold hand lay upon his shoulder, but Landon couldn't feel anything. He was senseless as they lay the coffin in the hole that, to him, didn't seem worthy enough of such an exquisite body. Her body. Her heart.
He bowed his head to hide his grief. If god could do this to somebody who was pure of heart, who had no wickedness in her, what hope was there for the rest of us? That question toiled with his mind. There was no hope.
'No", he thought. 'She would not want me to be like this'. He lifted his head high and smiled. Not out of pleasure, not out of satisfaction, but for his love. For Jamie. She would want him to live on in his life. To live it, just as well as he would've with her. To go out and find love again. To find joy and hold it to his heart for ever, and ever. For ever, and ever.
The priest said his final words, and then signaled for the men to fill in the now occupied hole. Landon's mother pulled him toward the church, but he shook her off. He wanted to spend some time alone with Jamie. He knew he would still be able to hear him, because she was probably looking down on him right now, smiling. He looked up at the blackening sky and smiled. It was almost as if he could feel her beautiful eyes stare back at him as one singular raindrop fell on his eyelash.