I went to bed that night moarning the loss of the love of my life. Every morning when I woke he would leave a love note and a rose. Tomorrow morning I knew I’d wake to a empty bed and blank night stand for the first time in eleven years. My tears soaked my pillow as I reminisced of all that there was knowing it was out of reach. I cried myself to sleep, and couldnt help debating joining him six feet under. Afterall how could I live without my reason for doing such? My whole life, love, and future had been torn from me, by a car no less.

I woke up wishing I hadn’t, knowing my bed was empty I opened my eyes not to be greeted by his loving eyes. I started to cry my chest to my back shook and ached but just then I caught a glimps of my nightstand. laying there was a small dead rose, dirt smeared onto my nightstand. I picked it up with caring hands into the night stand was a small heart carved into it. I froze dead in my tracks wondering how it could be possible.

I laid in bed all day processing what to do next. I fell asleep early puffy eyed and exhausted. I woke the next morning to another dead rose but this time there was a small note with it. I picked up the note in a brownish red ink it read: “Join me.” Maybe it was the pain or maybe it was the fact I had already debated it. But that night I walked to his grave to join him forever. There was a loud bang that rung out that night. But all was forever silent under the dirt.