Crystal weeped, her heart pounding every second.
It happened in such a flash; she wished she did something. Instead she was an idiot, watching in horror as the love of her life bled to death. She could've called 9-1-1 whether it would have made a difference or not.
Only a block away, she was checking out a dress. The dress that would've sealed Jayson's and her love forever.
Now it was all gone.
They were going to marry. They've waited five years from the very beginning. At the very first sight of seeing Jayson, Crystal knew he was the one for her. And he turned out to be everything she imagined him to be.
Funny; always there for her to make her laugh. The silly "bopping" noses idiosyncrasy they had together as a couple. Their "thing" that made their love for each other so special. The little tickles he used to give her when she refused to get out of bed on a Monday morning.
Passionate for his love of architecture. The way he smiled when they went to Rome together to see the monuments. The giddy laugh he had when he got to see the Parthenon in Athens.
Courageous. He held her hand and squeezed it ever so gently when she walked on top of the glass bridge on the Grand Canyon. The wink he gave it right before he went bungee jumping. The smile he gave her after he skied down a huge hill.
Caring. He gave her a huge tub of ice cream during the times when she felt horrible. He would watch her favorite documentaries even though he found them a bore when she found out that she lost her job. The way he took care of Crystal's three-year-old sister with the kindest look on his eyes.
Those traits were all past memories. Memories she couldn't possibly get back. They'd just replay on and on in her mind until they fade away.
Her Jayson. They were supposed to grow old together. They were supposed to be each other's "only person in the world."
Now, in a black abyss of darkness and depression, she spent sixty years looking out to his Jayson's graveyard. She took a deep sigh.
"Jayson, I am so sorry" Her heart pounded once.
"I'm so sorry."
A tear dropped down.
"I'm so sorry."
Another teardrop fell.
"I'm so sorry."
Her voice muffled with a tissue.
"I'm so sorry."
She tried to hold the sobs in but it was no use.
"I'm so sorry."
There was no point now. Her face was red with tears.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" She repeated, shaking. Sobs filled the entire empty house. The house that they were going to live in. But it was just her only for the past sixty years, weak and frail. And every day, she would look out to her backyard and stare at her dead fiance's gravestone. Now ninety-three years old, she felt her body weakening.
"I'm so sorry" She whispered.
She closed her eyes, her heart beat slowing down.
"I love you, Jayson."
