The Return Of Ruby

THREE.

Two years earlier.
A fresh mound of soil falls on the already larger one as someone sniffs back a sob. A lot of things had run in and out of my mind,but the realization of my loss never found a way out. I still believed that somehow, she'd appear at our door like nothing happened,like it was all a joke or a very ugly case of mistaken identity. Until now. Everyone and everything was silent except for the soft sobs that escaped my throat. It felt like a lump was stuck in there,blocking my airways and depriving my lungs of the very air they needed to stay alive. Breathing was too painful an act. Tears were building up in my eyes and blocking my line of vision even as I stared at nothing in particular, stinging equally as painful as taking a breath. I had been crying so much of late. Because she was gone. The doctors confirmed it. The police did too. It was her,there was no mistaking it. The tears that ran down miss Curly's face were indication enough. The feeling of loss washed over my entire existence. I now confirmed it myself as I lay the rose on her resting place and reached forth to touch her one last time. She wasn't there though. My hand was met by the chocolate dirt that stained my palm,laughing in my face for being such a wishful thinker. The reality that I would never hear her laugh ,watch her pace back and forth as she stressed over something, watch her face light up as she smiled or just hear her humming her favorite tune as she went about her work hurt like hell.