I stood at the door of the cemetery, a little scared, a lot nervous and apprehensive. Will I find the truth today? Everyone had been telling me stories…but I have always found them hard to believe. Maybe today, I would get to know about my origins….if only I see her here. That’s what they had said.- if you see her here, it will all come back to you. She had been seen at the grave most every single day. I shook my head and dismissed all weird thoughts from my mind.
Pushing the old rickety door, I moved on, and weaved my path across the maze of graves to the very end, searching for the one that mattered. And I gasped….there she was! Just as they had told me. Sitting beside the grave, her stare fixed on the tombstone. A chill passed over my spine, freezing me to the spot.
Suddenly and swiftly, like an eagle pouncing on a prey, she turned and fixed her eyes on me. For a second or two our eyes locked, before she looked away, staring back at the grave, as if I wasn’t there at all. The eyes, haunting, piercing, and protective at the same time, That was when it all came back to me! The story of my origins, my being. How we had met…how we had fallen in love…how we had vowed to stay together for the rest of our lives….how I had broken it by driving my car over the cliff in a state of drunkenness, and how she still was keeping hers.
I turned around, and left as rapidly as I had come. “There isn’t anything I can do now, except to believe…and I am a believer.”
“I come here every day…I sit in the same corner beside the grave, and put my hands on the same spot on the marker. If you look closely, you may even see the tiny impressions that my hands have made on the stone… over three years of chafing have started to leave a mark…my mark on the grave.
People think that I am mad, stark mad. Yes, I am mad…mad in love with him….his passing away has not changed it, even a bit. I believe he is still around somewhere, and will come back. Oh how much will I give to see a bit of him…to talk to him….to hold his hands, to look into his eyes, to relive the life we had, even for a moment, I will do anything for it. If he reaches out to me, somehow and calls out to me, I will do anything for him, to be with him. I am even ready to believe in the afterlife, if only he-…”
“Wait, what was that?!! I feel something…I can sense it….his body odor. Strong as ever, lingering in my senses. It can’t be! I don’t see him anywhere! Wait! I feel as if I am looking into his eyes…. what’s happening, my vision is blocked. What is that light??? Its moving away from me…Is that him? I have to stop him, I have to! Three years ago, I didn’t, even though I had the chance to….on that fateful day…this time I will…”
I sprang to my feet, and raced after the fading light….
“Doesn’t matter what anyone says, I am a believer now…”