He Promised Her

She didn't cry. She didn't dare. Not when he died. Not at the funeral. Not at the wake.

The next day she went to his grave side.

"Hey, Jake, you can stop lying now," she told the grave stone.

"You can come out now," her blue eyes watered.

"I won't be angry, baby," she fell to her knees.

"Just come out," she crawled to the stone, rain started to fall.

"Just come out," she begged, "Please!" She cried.

Tears were flowing freely now and so was the rain.

It was like the sky was crying with her.

"You can't just leave!" She shouted.

"You can't just leave me!" She cried desperately.

"Why did you have to go!?" She questioned angrily.

She sobbed uncontrollably for a few moments, not bothering to wipe her tears away, the heavy rain was obscuring them anyway.

"Baby," she moaned, "Jake, just come out, for me, please?" She begged softly, hiccupping.

"I promise I won't be angry, Jake," she told the ground, "I promise!" She screamed to the thunderous sky.

She started crying even more, unable to stop, she dug her nails into the wet soil; trying to grip onto something. Anything.

"I will never love again, will I?" She asked the rain, heartbroken.

She laid beside his grave and didn't do anything but cry and beg for him back.

"Please, please baby, please!"

"Why? Why him? Why MY Jake? Why me!?" She screamed at the sky.

She got no reply. No answer. She has no life now.

He left.

He promised her.

He promised her and left.

He promised her and still left.