She stood alone, staring at one stone in particular, she could be staring at any numerous ones, the place was filled with them. Row upon row of them. Here for many reasons just like the one she stared at.
As different as they were, they had something much to in common not to notice. They were all dead.
Hundreds possibly thousands of them, here for the final resting place.
To live eternity in.
The stone jaunted out from the ground a big headstone, the words lasered in, words she had memorized in only the short time it had been there.
Gregory Sanders
July 24th 1975 – August 23rd 2006
Always in our hearts you will be
She still woke up in a cold sweat sometimes, from the nightmares of him, so many things colliding together and even the sleeping pills she had been prescribed didn't work, because he wasn't there. Wasn't in the bed beside her, holding her loosely yet firmly. The way she loved.
The concept of never seeing him again was still so hard to grasp. She didn't think she would have taken it so hard, if she hadn't been on the phone minutes before it happened.
"Hey it's me, I'm just on my way to pick up the food now so give me ten minutes before I'm there"
"Okay"
"Sara?"
"Yes Greg?"
"I love you" she was hesitant for a moment or two before she whispered
"I love you too"
The first and only time she had answered him when he said he loved her. She would never get a chance to say it again to his face, because saying it out loud to a stone just wasn't the same. It wouldn't smile and jump up and down like he would.
It wouldn't kiss her the way he did.
And it wouldn't talk to her.
Like he did.
As the first few rain drops hit her jacket, she looked on, only when it began to rain heavily did she leave, a silent promise that she would be back tomorrow. Just like every other day.
Cursing herself for not bringing an umbrella with her she stood inside the doorway for a few minutes drying off before moving on to remove her coat and shoes, hanging them up and sitting down on the couch, where the bottle sat with an empty glass urging her to take drink. She wouldn't of course but it was there.
The days blended together one starting as she finished another. She was eating less she knew because she had just thrown out the lettuce that had sat in her fridge for a week before becoming no good. Something that never happened before.
Her pasty skin had lost its radiance and now it was sickly white, she began to wear more and more makeup to make up for the lost of colour so everyone would think she was okay.
She felt that the tape she was using to mend her broken heart and grief was the cheap kind that never worked, when she completed her task, and admired her work it would tear and she would be back where she started.
Alone and empty.
She had been waiting for days now to hear her name over the intercom. She was waiting to be canned, something she would rather do than quit. Quitting told them she wasn't strong enough to deal with it. Being fired said the same thing, except they wouldn't look at her with much pity, only ruder looks to Ecklie.
Mentally preparing herself so she wouldn't break down and cry, she walked the slow walk to the front, expecting to see Ecklie there with Judy and was a bit surprised to see a courier there. Oh well, page Sara before because you know she takes forever to come. Ecklie was just late.
"You're Miss Sidle?" the courier asked and she numbly nodded
"Sign here please" she signed her name without giving it another thought.
"Here you go" he handed her a package, she blindly opened it, the contents through her for a loop.
One she wasn't prepared for.
The letter was from Greg postmarked two days ago.
TBC.
A/N: Trying my hand at something new.
