by Ross Turner
Deacon held her ever tighter, and Clare just pursed her lips and shook her head.
Neither of them could say nor do anything that would ease Jen’s suffering.
Only she could do what needed to be done, and that just made it harder.
“I’ll always be here…” Deacon finally breathed in reply, and Jen knew he was telling her the truth.
His words comforted her, a little at least.
Then, when he spoke again, for he could see that Jen was looking over at something, though of course he couldn’t see what, he sighed deeply.
“Is Clare here too?” He whispered.
In response, clasping her hand about his and interlocking their fingers, Jen began walking slowly away from the grave.
Clare didn’t move, and Jen knew she wouldn’t follow.
Not anymore.
Jen turned to look back, once and only once.
A single tear escaped her grasp and cascaded down her cheek, streaking warmth everywhere it went upon her cold face. She looked up and Deacon with brimming eyes, before looking back over to her sister, Clare, and took a deep, shuddering breath.
“No…” She finally breathed in reply, her voice thick with emotion.
And within an instant, where Clare had just stood upon her own grave, only a moment ago, now it was empty, and Jen’s older sister was nowhere to be seen.
Jen gazed at her sister’s headstone, all alone, cast into sudden shadow as a lone cloud drifted across the sky and blocked out the sun.
And Clare was gone.
Forever.
“She’s never been here…” Jen whispered, throwing her quiet words onto the wind that wasn’t there.
Squeezing Deacon’s hand tightly as she looked back up to him, Jen’s eyes were filled with immeasurable grief.
And so, without another word that need be said, between the endless seas of headstones the two of them departed.
Side by side, hand in hand, off into the new day they ventured.
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