Why?

'Why?'

I swallow the lump in my throat.

The tears fall without my consent.

"Why?!" Is all I can angrily whisper.

Suddenly, I hear a familiar laugh cut through the air.

But I don't turn around.

Because if I do, then I'll have to face reality.

I'll have to admit that he's gone, and that he won't be coming back.

I choke on a sob.

The truth hurts.

I don't except it.

I can't except it.

"Please," I whisper hoarsely.

"Come back..."

'Why?'

'Why did you leave me?'

The sky darkens above me.

Rain starts to fall.

I gaze longingly at the sky.

There's silence.

My question will never be answered.

"He did it to protect you."

I scoff.

'Why protect someone like me?'

'I'm pathetic, I'm weak, you shouldn't have given me the time of day.'

I kneel down.

I recall his loving gaze when he first kissed me.

Hot tears make their way down my cheeks.

I hug the now wet stone and sob.

His jacket and hat barely keeps me warm.

I eventually wipe my tears.

I have to be strong.

Pulling away from the tombstone, I turn around.

"Goodbye," I whisper.

And I slowly start to head home.

'...why?' Is all I can silently ask.

And I'll never get an answer.

Because you're gone