The Best Gifts Are Unexpected

I stand at Austin's grave just days after the funeral, still asking him the same questions. I'm so upset with him. Rain falls around me, the sky dark. My tears mix with the raindrops on my face.

"Why'd you have to leave me now? Why'd you have to leave at all?"

I sink to my knees in front of the stone, running my fingers along the letters as sobs wrack my body.

"I told you you needed to be more careful and not to drive the way you did. I told you that you were gonna get yourself killed. And look what you did," my voice goes quiet. I place a hand on my abdomen. "There was something I needed to tell you, but now you'll never know."