At times I am unsure, why our hearts must endure, all this pain and such great loss.
Sara felt like she had been crying forever but still that didn't stop the tears from falling as his casket was slowly lowered into the deep darkness of the ground. The gentle thud as it hit the bottom made her stomach turn. Trying to compose herself enough to move forward Sara realised she didn't have the strength left to mask her grief. She felt warm solid arms circle her waist, holding her steady. Her head knew it couldn't be who she wished it was, but her heart for one heartbreaking second pretended. Those arms steadied her as she stepped forward. Sara knelt in the dry dust and dropped the two roses she had been clutching onto the glossed wood of his coffin.
One yellow. One pink.
She was the only one with roses, they stood out among the mass of other flowers. Two different from everything else, even each other, but close enough to be the same. First yellow for friendship, then pink for new love. After dating for over a year she asked why he still sent her pink roses, Sara still remembered him smile as he replied 'because with you it's always new and exciting and exhilarating and perfect. My love for you will never get old."
Sara felt her heart ache at the memory. No more roses now he'd left her.
"Come on Sara. I'll take you home." Sara startled, her vision shimmering again as she looked at Catherine who stood beside her.
"I don't want to leave him," her voice was childlike soft as she tried to stop the silent tears.
"I know honey, but we have to leave now." Sara felt Catherine's arms replace those that had been around her before she was being led away. Forced to leave the one person who had met everything to her. Sara lapsed back into her memories. Back to when he was with her.