Thought #D79325
Chris like a thousand knives continuously stabbing his heart . He couldn't breathe.
He couldn't think. At least, not about anything but his loss. His throat thicken from
the salt water and wailing, making his verbal sadness subsided, leaving him silently
clutching Ally to his chest.
The doctor in him understood he was obligated to check on the other castaways.
His husband side knew the moment he got up, it would be the last time he would
ever hold her in his arms again. "I don't know how to leave you Ally,"he whispered
through his tears.
spinning merrily. Occasionally her flowy white dress clung to her baby bump. She radiated beauty.
oak tree for their second anniversary. It was under the same tree
where they first confessed their love for one another the year before.
They lingered on a plaid blanket under the their symbol of devotion,
kissing and slowly making love under the stars,for the first time.
graduation present from their folks, a week
at the beach with no grueling deadlines.
After their vacation they would pack-up
their lives and move across country to the
West Coast, as Doctor and Lawyer. Until
that time they danced on the beach
every evening at sunset.
He stopped his loop of memories when felt a shadow blocking the sun. He struggled to open his eyes. A petite brunette stood before him.She reached out and cupped his cheek in her hand, raising his head just a little so he would look at her."Hun, she's gone. You need to let her go." She released his face and continued, "And by that I mean physically. You can hold on to her here," she poked a finger at his chest where his heart was."as long as you need to."
Chris shook his head with understanding, kissed Ally's forehead and gently laid her down in the sand. " I need to bury her. Will you help me?" He asked with a quivering voice. Chris left her and began looking around for something to dig with. He found a dented up metal teapot. Cleared a spot not far away and began to dig.