He entered the gray fenced off area, with the red roses in his right hand, and small bag in the other. His walking was slow, and he kept his head down, while he looked for the correct stone. He'd been here more days than not, so he easily found it. The flowers from the last time had been removed, again. He pulled out the metal vase, and placed the flowers in them, setting it back into the hole. Luke looked around at the other stones, while tears started to come to his eyes. Slowly, they rolled down his cheeks, like the rain drops rolled down his window that winter night.
The snow. The car. The crash. He gripped his legs, bringing them up to his chest, hugging them tightly, as the crash replayed in his head. "God damnit. I blame myself. Everyday, I think of you. It's my fault, all my fault. I miss you so much. I got you roses again, and I hope from heaven you can see them, and I hope you smile. I know that you loved them. When we took our afternoon walks, you'd stop at every rose bush, and smell them." He sniffled, brushing his tears off his cheeks with his sweater. "I just wish that I'd been the one to go, not you. You didn't deserve this." Luke sat in silence for most of the next hour, watching the gray sky, filled with empty white clouds. "6 months since you've been away. Everything really has changed, my dear. And tomorrow I'll be coming back to you." He pulled out the bottle of pills, and bottle of water.
