He kept calling her, his voice trembling—
"Talk to me, please… I need you to stay… say something… anything."
But dead bodies never reply.
Miss Dora slowly approached. She knelt beside her broken son and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. Her own heart shattered into a thousand pieces watching her boy cry over the love of his life. The room that was echoing with laughter a few hours ago now stood silent, draped in mourning.
That night, what was meant to be a celebration of love turned into a funeral of dreams.
One by one, friends and family gathered around David, their eyes filled with sorrow, whispering words of condolence. But David heard none of them—his world had stopped spinning.
Miss Dora, Lara, and a few women gently took Maylie's fragile body to prepare her for her final journey. They dressed her in her favorite white gown—the one she once joked she'd wear if angels ever invited her to dance.
She looked peaceful. Too peaceful.
Her body was placed in a white coffin, soft as snow. The flowers around her couldn't hide the stillness in her lips, the silence in her eyes. They all made their way to the graveyard to bid her one final goodbye.
As her coffin was lowered into the earth, David stood frozen, eyes wide with disbelief.
It was done.
She was gone.
Forever.
People slowly left, but not David.
He knelt beside her grave, drenched in rain. His clothes clung to him like the grief in his heart. He sobbed like a child, whispering her name to the soil.
Hours later, he returned home. He said nothing. He looked at no one. He walked into their bedroom and saw the single red rose he had given her that morning.
That was all it took.
He collapsed onto the bed, holding the flower, his chest rising with silent cries. Memories rushed in—the way she laughed, the way she teased him, the way her eyes lit up every room she entered.
That night was the loneliest of his life.
The next morning, someone knocked softly on his door.
No answer.
Another knock.
He slowly opened the door. It was Lara.
Lara: "Sir… Miss Dora is waiting for you at the table. Will you come out?"
David: (low voice) "Please tell her I'm not ready… not today."
Lara: "But sir—"
David: "Please, Lara… I just need some time."
Lara: (sighs) "Okay, sir."
She returned to Miss Dora.
Miss Dora: "Is he coming?"
Lara: (hesitating) "He said… he's not in the condition, ma'am."
Miss Dora's eyes filled with tears.
Miss Dora: "My poor boy… he lost more than a wife. He lost his heartbeat."
Lara: "I know, ma'am. But please… I beg you, hold yourself together. Not for David. Not for yourself. But for little Harry. He needs you now more than ever."
Miss Dora wiped her tears and nodded.
Miss Dora: "You're right. He's the only piece of her we have left."
Lara: "He's in the garden, playing with his toys."
Miss Dora quietly walked out. She saw Harry sitting in the garden, trying to stack colored blocks. His tiny hands struggled, but he laughed at every fall.
Miss Dora knelt beside him and gently kissed his head.
Miss Dora: "My baby… you don't even know what you've lost. But I promise you, you'll never feel alone. I'll love you enough for the both of us."
One Year Later – Her First Death Anniversary
Time, as cruel as it is, moved forward.
David tried—somehow—to stitch pieces of his heart back together. He returned to work. He smiled at Harry. He even laughed sometimes. But the scar inside him never faded.
Miss Dora and Lara supported him like pillars. And Harry he grew beautifully. He had Maylie's smile and David's eyes. He had her warmth… and unknowingly, her strength.
On the morning of Maylie's death anniversary, David woke up early. The house was quiet. Without telling anyone, he drove to the graveyard, holding a bunch of red roses.
Miss Dora noticed his absence and turned to Lara.
Miss Dora: "He's not home."
Lara: "I didn't see him leave either…"
Miss Dora paused. "I know where he must be."
David sat beside Maylie's grave, the same way he did a year ago. He laid the roses down gently, brushing off the leaves from her name.
David:
"This day last year… was the most beautiful and most painful day of my life. You looked like a queen that night my queen. I fell in love with you all over again. You know… I still remember how you smiled during our last dance."
He smiled through his tears.
David:
"Harry just turned two. He's started walking and mumbling words. You wanted him to grow up like me… but I swear, I see so much of you in him. Your grace. Your warmth. Your love."
"Mom and Lara love him beyond limits. He's safe. He's happy. I promise you, he'll never feel the absence of a mother… not when he carries you in his blood."
"And hey—guess what? Miss Tina finally got married after rejecting 40 guys in 35 years. Can you believe it?"
He chuckled through his tears.
He looked up at the sky, as if hoping she could hear him.
David:
"Maylie… today would've been our 10th anniversary. A decade of us. And even though you're not here in person, I feel you every moment. You're still here in this wind, in our son, in my breath.
I'll love you until my last heartbeat."
He stood up, placed a kiss on the gravestone, and whispered:
"Happy anniversary, my love. I'll see you again—somewhere where there's no pain, no time, just you and me."
He turned, wiped his tears, and walked back home where his son waited to be loved the way Maylie would've wanted.