Patrick's POV
It's been almost a year now.
Things have gotten better, but I wouldn't say back to normal. I still missed her.
I was walking, a bouquet of flowers in my hand. Her favorite flowers.
Things have changed, some for the better.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if she was still here, but then I have to stop myself because it just makes the fact that she's gone hurt even worse.
I look up at the cloudless sky, and feel the light breeze float over my skin. It was a nice day today.
I walk into the cemetery and see that someone is already there at her grave. I got closer and realized it was Phil.
I get there and we stand next to each other in silence, but not an awkward silence. It was comforting.
I set down my flowers next to his and we just stand there for a few minutes. Not saying anything, just letting the silence surround us.
"I still miss her," Phil says.
"Me too." I say
"Do you think the pain, will ever go away?" He says, eyes starting to fill with tears.
"No," I shake my head "I don't think it does, I think we just learn how to deal with it. You get used to it. The pain may subside and you will be happy again, but this will always hurt."
He doesn't say anything after that instead he turns towards me and wraps me in a hug. I hug him back struggling to keep from crying.
We stay like this for a couple of minutes and then he pulls away.
"Thank you, Patrick." he says
"For what?"
"Being a good friend." and he turns and leaves.
Then it's just me left standing alone.
I stay for only a few more minutes before I say my goodbyes, and then I leave promising to be back again next week.
