It's 8:36pm and you're at the cemetery. A basket is in your hands. With slow strides your legs take you closer to a grave stone.
Susan Adele Peters, a woman of virtue, 1986 - 2017.
It reads on the grave stone.
On approaching the grave stone you sit beside it and drop the basket. Your eyes are red and puffy. You fish your hands into the basket to bring out a cooler before you retrieve two ceramic plates and two spoons. After placing the items on the ground you proceed to fill the plates with food. When you're done the plates are filled with an assortment of foods - rice, mixed vegetables, pasta, tuna, among others.
"Darling, dinner's ready." You call out. "Eat before it runs cold." You add.
Clack. Clack. Clack. Your spoon occasionally sounds against the plate as you slowly eat from one of the plates. In no time your plate is emptied. "Darling, you didn't eat. That's very bad of you. I wouldn't want you to be lean." You pour back the untouched food into the cooler. After some few minutes you lay beside the grave stone staring at the moon and stars and soon fall into a deep slumber.
In 9 hours time you'll wake up and carry yourself and your basket back home just to prepare again for your nightly visits.
This has been your routine for the past week since you lost your dear Susie. You had watch her slowly die of cancer and the effect of her death was overbearing on you. You've resorted to creating your happy ever after with her.
After 7 days you'll visit her like usual with dinner and thereafter you'll fall into a deep slumber, but this time you won't awake. Finally you'll be with your dear Susie.
Love conquers all.
© akelaahwrites
AN: I'm so sorry if I haven't posted in a long time. I've been super lazy and I'm going through a kind of writer's block phase. I wouldn't want you to worry though I'll get my muse back in no time. I'll love it if you vote and comment. Thank you very much. I love you all.
