Flowers

Previously

…The ring lay nestled amongst them, a silent testament to a love that would never be. The lake, a mirror reflecting the deepening twilight, held my sorrow within its depths. And I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that my life, from this day forward, would be lived in the shadow of this water, under the silent gaze of these purple blooms, forever beside the water's edge. The echo of your laughter, once a melody that filled my heart, was now a phantom sound, a whisper carried on the wind, a constant reminder of everything I had lost. The proposal, the wedding, the children, the shared old age – all erased. Replaced by this. This quiet, desolate place. This endless ache.