Admin: I should probably apologize now for the feels attack. I wrote this as a poem, but my friend read it, and said it would be better as a short story. So I made it one, writing as France, aka Francis Bonnefroy. I hope you enjoy this, despite it being a bit too early in the year to be posting this, and the fact that it isn't Valentine's Day. So again, sorry for the feels.

Then, as suddenly as your heart stopped, A thought came to me,

'Shall I go?'

This thought, which could mean so little, meant so much to me.

"Bonjour mon amour!"

I hear you say, your beautiful smile directed at me.I smile back lovingly, taking in your scent, Your curves and angles, Everything.

The day progresses slowly, as if Terre herself knows your joy, And embraced it as her own, savouring it, As one savoirs wine, enjoying the different tastes, Noticing the different features that make it unique.

Waiting for your voice to fill the air, Your whole being to fill me with happiness, a strange feeling enters me. Filling me to the brim with fear. I check the time,

Again,

And

Again,

And

Again,

Before walking outside, expecting to see you rushing along, Panting heavily, telling me you missed the bus, Or forgotten something.

But instead, I see, Feel, and Hear, your heart wilting, like the roses on the sill, As I hold you , your face wet with my tears of Agony, of Loss, of pure Shock. The driver runs over, trying

Again...

And Again...

To pry me...

Away...

It was then that I woke from my nightmare, The memory of that day, This Day, our anniversary. How I long to reverse our roles,

But,

Seeing you in pain would only bring me Sorrow.

Waking up in the morning, seems like an impossible process, As if ven our home know something is wrong. But I leave our room, trying to move on.

I have met people, continued to pay for our home, to work, and tend to your garden, as you have,. They ask me repeatedly,

'How is it going?'

'Are you okay monsieur?'

'Can't you move on from Her?'

Non!

I try, and try, but I cannot leave you... Mon amour, my heart longs for you.. But then again,

'What will I gain from joining you?'

Your sweet voice, gentle smile, loving eyes, Everything.

Just the thought brings a smile to my face as I tend to your rose garden, as you did. My smile falters, and I sigh.

'Is it worth it?'

I have much left to do before I go. I would leave so much behind, my friends, my family.

'Should I leave this place?'

I slowly nod, taking a few roses for the sill, and for your grave, as I have for 2 years now. Leaving your garden, I walk torwards where you now rest.

'Can I really do this?'

This is the second time I've asked myself this. I always seem to doubt myself at the last moment, Remembering all that I have here always stops me. But I cannot falter.

It is time for me to make my own journey. So as I walk down a well known path, roses in my hand, questions continue to torment my mind.

'Aren't I happy here?'

'Do I really want to leave?'

'Can't I just move on?'

The last question stops me in my tracks. "I can't...She means too much to me~" I shake my head and continue my walk, Hesitating, yet wanting to see you again.

Passing by the bench where we first met, My heart sinks even more, breaking slowly, remembering Everything.

I remember you so clearly, mon amour, Yet you are living in a higher place now. But I long to be with you.

'Shall I go?'

The question hits me hard, as your death did. As I reach your tomb I front of your favorite tree, The braid of twine still there, I place the roses on your grave. I wonder,

'Will we be reunited?'

For I long to kiss and touch you, but,

'What will I loose?'

The lovely summer breezes, the warm fires in the winter- but it is worth my life, soul, my whole being, to see you, I sigh longingly, before deciding.

I will go, on my own journey to the Heavens. So wait for me my dear, until this is over. As I ready myself for this, a tear falls, a smile on my face. The last words I utter being,

"Attendez-moi, ma Jeanne la plus chère, le mort nous unira seulement pour l'éternité~"