A frame sat on the edge of a small bed. Long, pale hands held the picture frame in her lap; her knee's a little shaky. Droplets fell from her eyes onto the glass of the frame, her red hair dangling just above her hands. Alice sniffled quietly, more tears falling as she blinked her eyes. She brought one of her hands from the frame, and lifted it to her face, wiping her cheeks with the backs of her hands. She then took the bottom of her shirt and swiped it across the glass of the frame, revealing the clear picture of a man, in his mid-thirties with dark brown hair, smiling as he held onto a woman by her waist.
It had been a little over a year when he had left her alone in this world. All because of someone who made the wrong choice. A drunk driver ran a red light just as he was crossing a crosswalk. The funeral had been rather large, since he had been a well-respected man. Since he was the main supporter of the two, she had to sell their wonderful dream home, and move into a one bedroom apartment, where she worked five days a week for a local restaurant.
She let the side of her thumb trail over his face, smiling sadly as she remembered that day when the picture was taken. He had been her love, her life, and her soul mate. The weight of his loss was almost unbearable, and many nights she would cry herself to sleep, waking up with a wet pillow under her cheek, and bags under her eyes from not having enough rest.
She stood slowly, setting the picture frame back on the nightstand, which was right next to her bed. It was time for her to go visit his grave at the cemetery. It was the beginning of October, and she was late for her monthly visit. Her feet felt like they were made of lead. She walked over to the kitchen table in the next room, grabbing her jacket, and slipping it on. She got her keys, and a fresh bouquet of flowers she had bought from the store earlier.
On the way to the cemetery, Alice noticed all the happy couples that held hands walked their dogs. Some older couples sat next to each other on benches. It made her feel all the more terrible, being left alone and a widow at the age of twenty-eight.
She pulled into the driveway, and parked her car on the side. She grabbed the flowers and walked over to the grave, still decorated with last month's flowers. She squatted in front of the tombstone, taking up the old flowers and putting the new in front of the stone.
"Michael...I miss you so much," her voice started to quiver, her eyes immediately filling with hot tears. "Why did God take you away from me? Why? Why did you leave me here alone?" She reached into her coat pocket and took out a bunch of tissues, then dabbed them at her eyes. "I can't bear it anymore!" She put her face in the tissues, sobbing violently, making her whole body shiver. When she finished, she stood, her head feeling light and her body feeling lethargic. Yet, she felt better, as if she had just been comforted.
She drove home, and for the rest of the night she watched movies, then went off to bed.
