"Marry me?" he whispers softly to his girlfriend's grave. John quietly cries to himself "I should have asked you sooner." John stops choking on his words, tears rolling down his cheeks as if his emotional dam is going to break. John fights through his pain "then maybe....you wouldn't......have killed yourself." John tries to compose himself "I love you baby, I just wished....I could have made you happier." John stops remembering her lifeless body laying on a blood soaked bed looking as if she was merely in a deep sleep. He takes another swig of his now almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels, "Fuck if I could go back I would, I would do anything just to keep you alive, to see you another day, to hold you for another moment." the constant flow of tears slow down to a cold stop.
John looks to his left and sees the soft green willow swaying softly back, and forth underneath the glow of the full moons light. John breathes in the cold September air until his lungs are full of the relaxation of autumn, then he slowly exhales as man would meditating " It has been a lonely four years without you, and each day I am consumed with thoughts of what could have been." a crow sings an unholy song in the distance. One last swig finishes the Jack Daniel's, John throws the bottle towards the willow, he hears a cold crack of the bottle shatter on another lost soul's grave stone. He stares at the full moon "I remember I never drank when we were together, in fact I hated alcohol." John looks down towards the grave "Now it is all I can do to try and move on, but the more I drink the more I feel alone." John closes his eyes.
"I lost my job last month, lost the house a week after that, I have been losing everything since you ended your life." John opens his eyes. John reaches for his Jack Daniels, but remembers the sound of the broken glass from earlier "Now the liquor is gone too." John pauses hearing the crow now singing in the willow. "I didn't even know you were in pain I was too self absorbed ,and hung up on the perfect idea of what we were, I never stopped to see the picture." John shuffles his feet back and forth. The tears now find there way back to his eyes "Nothing is real without you, each moment I live is like I am succumbing more into madness." John cracks his knuckles, and screams in pure anger towards the sky. Grinding his teeth John grabs his gun resting in his pocket "Soon I will be with you love." John puts one knee on the ground, and rests the ring he bought for his love on her grave stone. John whispers "Marry me?" John's bullet leaves his gun, and moves with ease through his heart. The crow lands on the grave stone, and sings its unholy song, the willow still swaying to the left of John`s body. Maybe John will finally find his peace.
