I took one last look at the yellow glow of the setting sun and spread her ashes. As I watched them float in the gentle evening breeze. The four years we spent together flashed before my eyes.
It was a sight to behold.
I bore no remorse for what I had done. She was barely alive, brain-dead they said. Three years, her on machines and I at her bedside, was not the life I had envisioned we would have together. Now that the plug was pulled , this place held nothing for me anymore.
The place I had called home for such a long time now haunted my thoughts. That one year was the crown of it all. Happiness is too shallow a word to describe the feeling she brought albeit fleetingly.
My time here is over. I need to go explore the beauty of another.
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