No one should expect to be at a funeral for the love of their life at the age of 23.
Michael Clifford was that unfortunate soul
She was fixed up well, ring two to the right of her left index finger.
Julia would've been his wife.
He wasn't crying.
Everyone else was.
"Julia, you fought so hard. I love you and I always will."
He swallowed.
"When I said I wanted to see you in a dress, I didn't mean like this."
His voice contained hurt.
"I hope you're happy up there, please be happy."
"I love you so much. Goodbye."
His heart was alone.
Her heart will be forgotten.
