This is my story of love, the story of pain and guilt. The story of denial, the story of the fallen, the story of all.

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It was a brisk winter morning. The thermostat was on and breakfast was being made nonetheless there was soft music going around our lovely house.
It was a special day. A reminder of our love for each other, an anniversary. Not just any anniversary, our 1st.

I tried to make things special and cook him breakfast in bed. However he woke up before I could do that and we just watched our favorite movie. During the movie we both received text messages. We both knew who they were but we acted like we didn't know what the other was doing.

After the movie, I gave him another rose to add too his collection. He really loved roses especially from me, our little pun per to say. I gave him a rose that will never die which symbolized our everlasting love for each other.

We both knew that each and every passing day we were just shattering each other hearts to more bits and pieces until we couldn't pick it back up again. Sometimes you just don't see the point in trying anymore until you see that one person you love again.

There was a storm coming in the evening so we decided to take our daily walk right now. I started walking and he did too and we reached the cemetery. The pastor was in the middle of a funeral so we sat down too listen and show respect.

We are gathered here today to pay our respects to a lovely man..

We hear the wife crying from behind us. After the pastor is done talking the wife comes to the coffins and places a rose down. She knew they were burning his body but she still said this;

"Make sure the rose stays with him please. It's my way of respect."

"His body will be burned to ashes." The man said solemnly.

"Then burn the rose with him." She faintly whispered.

Then we heard gasoline being poured onto his body and a lighter being thrown. They closed the coffin and left him to burn coming back later to recollect his ashes.

After we were done with our walk we got this news report. How a persons wife decided too kill her self by jumping over a ledge, on their anniversary. How it was messed up because the mans funeral was on the same day.

We go back to the same site and find her in the coffin and them spreading his ashes on her body to show that love will never die. How quick her funeral was.

We heard that two people were upset. Found out that they were having affairs. It never seemed to bother anyone though. There was something familiar about that couple. But I couldn't place a finger on it then. But now I think I can.

After it started to rain, after I started to thunder and cause a wild fire. I noticed the words coming from her mouth and the way she said it. Everything burning around her. The ground wilting before her eyes. Pure rage seen right through her.

I memorized the one sentence she said that has haunted me from the day she died. It's Forever glued into my mind.
"Then burn the rose with him." That person that said the haunting sentence.....that person was me.

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I realize now what had happened. We couldn't handle the guilt in such evil deeds we were doing that we drove each other to kill ourselves. When you left that day, I should have known that I'd would be the last time I would ever see you. I shouldn't have let you go and we are both to blame to what happened on such a sickening occasion.

Even though you might not realize that you are dead and still trying to figure out why exactly you have found yourself in a confided space "buried alive," burning hot. Just know that I'm waiting for you on the other side. It's now peaceful and to this lesson we have learned.

Love holds betrayal. Love; Something you cannot fully be prepared for nor it cannot be contemplated on such basic matter. It involves effort and true understanding. From such experiences we have learned a lesson that we will remember even from our grave.
Death is much kinder than love.