Eternity

The cemetery was quiet now. Cemeteries were usually quiet, even in midday; but this one had been bustling with people not long beforehand, though few had spoken more than was necessary.

Leaves crunched underfoot, though, as a figure appeared, disturbing the silence. The figure made his way over to a newly erected tombstone, cut flowers nearly obscuring the name carved out in it.

Lucille Frost.

Jack placed his chrysanthemums atop the mound of floral remembrances, his hand trembling ever so slightly.

"I'm sorry. For not coming to the funeral, that is." Because there is so much else he is sorry for, but that seemed to be the appropriate and logical place to begin.

"It's not like I forgot or anything," he couldn't forget, not when it came to her.

"I guess… I just didn't want to admit you're gone." Tears were running down his cheeks now, freezing into snowflakes as they dripped off his face. "But you are, aren't you," he whispered. "You're gone… and I'll just have to accept it." The snowflakes hit the ground.

There was more he had to say, but he no longer saw a need to say any of it. Turning away, Jack left the graveyard behind.

He never came back again. The flowers he had placed in her front of her grave soon withered and died with the rest, dried petals scattered to the wind.

But year after year, the grass surrounding her grave flourishes, remaining an eternally lush respite from the harshest of winters. Drifting lazily down, flakes settle like confetti in a snowglobe, melting into dewdrops as they gently touch the ground.