Its late in the evening, an old man his work-shift just ended and he's making his daily trip back home while walking past a field of green. In his arms, he holds a bouquet of white roses.
Its late in the evening, an old man his work-shift just ended and he's making his daily trip back home while walking past a field of green. In his arms, he holds a bouquet of white roses. As he opens the small gate, a silence drops and the sound of the world seems to stop. He's not that surprised, its this place you see... Looking down, to his right, he suddenly sees the stone. White marble with the initials of his wife carved into it. As he lay's down his flowers, he suddenly sinks down on his knees, and the tears start to flow. Funny, he thinks, because its bin a while since that happend... He finally lets it all out and for the first time since that dreadful day, he feels lighter... In-fact, he feels a bliss like never before. His wife, suddenly appears... My God, she's an Angel now...? As he drops on the floor, he looks back and sees himself laying there. A heart-attack... Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore... "I brought you flowers my love..."