He was always there. In her mind, she saw him standing tall and silent, like the stone that now bore his name. She tried to stay away, but something always pulled her back. Day after day, she crossed the worn grass, pushed open the creaking gate and knelt by his side.
She’d sent him away, refused to talk, closed her eyes to his pain and prayed that her own would lessen with time. It hadn’t, and now that the chance for words had passed, she finally understood how denying it had bound them together forever. So really, who haunted who?
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