"I miss you Mom." I whispered, kneeling in front of Mom's grave, and placing the bouquet of her favorite roses on top of it. I swallowed the lump that had ford in my throat as my eyes surveyed the gold carving engraved through the tombstone.
Until now, I still can't believe that she is gone. Life without her would be so different. I lost not only my best friend but also my world as well.
"I don't want you to be gone, but it's better this way than seeing you suffer." I told her, tracing the tombstone with my fingertips. The image of her face ca to my thoughts, but it was not the sa agonized face I saw the last ti at the hospital. Instead, it was the image of her serene face lit with a smile that ford in my imagination when I closed my eyes.
The wind blew past , the wondrous scent of roses perated my nostrils. I took a deep breath to fill my chest with its calming scent.
How I wish Mom was here even in her spirit form so she could see the flower I brought her. She will definitely appreciate the roses' pure white petals—as pure as her heart. If God would grant a single wish today, it was for my Mom to be here so she could inhale the scent of her favorite flower and carry the mories of its fragrance on her journey to the afterlife.
But even if God would not grant my wish, I'm at peace knowing my Mom is in a safe place already. A place where pain, suffering, and sadness don't exist. The place where she belongs, it was in the loving arms of the Lord, where she would be truly happy.
"Dad, please take care of Mom," I said, turning to the grave next to her with tears clouding my vision. "I know she's finally happy with you."
The wind blew, sweeping the dry leaves from the ground, carrying it as far as it could before dropping them back to the ground. The thunder from the sky shattered the silence. I looked up and saw the gray clouds swallowing the tranquil morning sky.
It's going to rain soon. I don't have an umbrella with .
I rose from the ground, tapping the dirt clinging from the slacks I wore before turning to the graves in front of . "I need to go, Mom and Dad. Both of you will always be in my heart and in my prayer. I love you both." Then I turn away, wiping the tears from my eyes as my feet traverse the grassy fields.
I was nearing the cetery gates when a man caught my attention. His back was turned to , but it looked very familiar. There was sothing about him that reminded of my husband—my EX-husband.
He was noticeably tall and muscular like Ace. He wore a simple black t-shirt and denim jeans. His build and stance reminded of Ace. Speaking of my husband, I haven't seen him for a week. There was no way he would appear here, out of all places.
The man appeared as if he was waiting for soone.
Just when I thought it definitely couldn't be my husband, he turned to . I stopped in my tracks. Instantly, my fists curled into a ball. I t his gaze, preparing for a fight.
"I didn't co here to bother you. I just want you to sign the divorce papers." He spoke, destroying the awkward silence between us.
I swallowed hard, not letting him see the sadness in my eyes by maintaining a paper blank expression. "You being here is bothering . Don't you have a lawyer? I would rather sign the divorce papers without seeing you in person."
To my surprise, Ace ignored my remark. He just looked at for a mont. His expression mirrored my own.
"I wanted to talk to you. That is why I ca here." He finally spoke.
"I don't want to talk to you!" I replied, glaring at him. "I will sign the divorce papers after your lawyer sets an appointnt with ." I marched past him. I made a beeline straight out of the cetery without looking back. I could hear Ace's footsteps as he followed behind .
When he reached my side, he imdiately grabbed my arms, stopping from my tracks. "Let go!" I barked, furious at him for following around. I struggled to free my arm, but his hold was stronger than my womanly strength.
In the end, I stopped resisting and looked up at him with daggers in my eyes.
"Can't you see I'm still grieving for my Mom's death? Why can't you just leave alone? Why must you make sign the divorce papers now when I just buried my Mother today!" I snapped angrily, choking back a sob.
His jaw muscles tightened. He looked as if he was ready to erupt. Then he sighed, calming himself within seconds before turning back to . His tone beca much gentler this ti as he spoke.
"I'm sorry… I'm really sorry… We must talk today for the last ti. After this, I promise, you will not see again, not even my shadow." His ocean blue eyes filled with sincerity.
Startled by the helpless expression on his face, I pushed him away before he noticed my resolve soften.
"Do you really an it? You will not bother again after this?" I asked, eyebrows rging into a straight line.
"I give you my word of honor, Phoenix. just in case I did not keep my word, sue and file a restraining order against ."
I took a deep breath. Ace had given his word of honor, and I believe he will keep it. "Alright, there's a coffee shop nearby. We can talk there."
Relief washed over his face, but he said nothing. I followed him until we reached the parking area. He opened the door for . He waited until I settled in my seat before he closed the door and got in the driver's seat.
He turned the engine on. The car sped away under the gloomy morning sky. My head turned to the window for the rest of the trip.
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