the kissing gate | simanda ✓

0. prologue

 The kissing gate creaked open and the blonde-haired woman went into the graveyard beside the church on a lesser used street in London, England. She wiped away tears from her brown eyes and made her way, continuing crying, to a newer grave. The white marble grave that she knelt at was newer than all of the graves by it and traced the letter on it.

The grave read: Christopher Hughes

Born on December 19th, 1971 - Died June 23rd 2016

Loving father, husband, and brother

"In the end, life is stronger than death."- unknown

It had been a year since the man on the grave had passed away and it felt like he had only just passed away a day ago to the blonde-haired woman. It hurt so badly to her that he was gone and would never be coming back home. He had died in a hospital, which was not want either he or his wife had wanted for him as they had wanted him to pass away at home, from pancreatic cancer. The chemotherapy had stopped working on the pancreatic cancer in the man's body so he and his wife, the blonde-haired woman, decided that it would be best to stop the chemotherapy treatment as it wasn't working and let the husband die.

That was the plan that they went through with aside from the woman's husband not being able to die at home. The woman's tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground. She placed the flowers at the base of the grace and traced her husband's name again. She felt that there was no way she would ever be able to stop grieving her husband, Chris. She wiped away more tears and started talking to the grave soundlessly. Her lips were moving but no sound was coming out of her mouth at all.

The woman told the man in the grave about their daughters, Lexi and Hollie, and how they were dealing with their father being dead and their mother a widow. She told him about how she was masturbating at night with the sex toy he had given her before he passed away so they could make love still when Chris was too sick and she was desiring him. The woman told Chris how much she missed him and how she was still crying herself to sleep most night and knew that she was going to cry herself to sleep tonight because it was exactly a year since her husband had passed away.

She took off the necklace she was wearing, a letter -A on a chain for her name, Amanda, and placed the necklace on the ground in the flowers. A tear splashed down onto the necklace and Amanda got up from her kneeling position and started to walk swiftly back to the kissing gate at the front of the graveyard. The gate squealed in protest of being opened and Amanda Holden left the graveyard, with tears still in her eyes, still wiping them as they trailed down her cheeks and onto the ground.

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