Beautiful In Death

An anxious sigh, a forced smile was all the memory she had left of him as he entered the tunnel. She watched as his broad shoulders made their way through the walkway to the plane, and she imagined him climbing on, being greeted by the pilots on their 24 hour flight to the other side of the world. The e-mails became shorter, the tone of the words became heavier and more solemn as the weeks passed on. She waited everyday, checking her gmail every ten minutes, but then one day, nothing. The last words on the phone, "our jeep hit a puddle, flat tire," haunted her, as it didn't seem like things ended well.
A heavy cloud made it's way around with her as she contemplated getting on a plane to find him, it had been ten months, and he had promised 4 weeks, at the most.