In Your Memory

Raindrops fell from the dark gloomy sky as if crying for a fallen angel.   Her funeral was full of tears. She was well loved by many. People wept, wailed, and screamed. She was gone too soon, too early.    I scanned through the crowd and saw unfamiliar faces drenched in misery; except for one— jet-black hair and eyes of silver-grey stared blankly as her coffin was slowly lowered down six feet underground.    I watched him closely. He did not shed a tear, but I knew that he was a walking corpse bound to self-destruct. He had small wounds on his lips from biting down on them. He had scratch marks on his palms from clenching his fists too hard. His breathing was shallow. His eyes were blank. When she passed away, he died with heart.   I wish it had been me lying in that casket. Maybe then those beautiful eyes wouldn’t be so sad. As if he could read my mind, the man I was watching darted his ey

My alarm set-off at 7:00am. Crap, I fell asleep staring at the ceiling. I even had the weirdest dream… Staring at the ceiling. Well whatever. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. I went down to get my car at around 7:30am when I saw that there were two cars parked in front of my apartment building. One of them was a black sedan and the other was a Limo.  Lucas got out of the driver’s seat of the Limousine. Seeing him in broad daylight made me realize that he was indeed a very handsome man, around 6’4, I guess. He could get any woman he wanted with his looks alone, much more so with all his money. But instead he chose to drown himself in misery and mourn for the death of his wife. She was such a lucky girl to have had a husband like him, other men would have just moved on. I’ve seen that happen a lot in my line of work. You can’t imagine how many husbands were responsible for their wives ‘suicide&rsqu

Lucas showed me all the different places in the mansion— the ballroom where they held their parties, the music room filled with all kinds of instruments, and the kitchen where I would be working. The pantry was fully stacked. There were fresh fruits and vegetables of every kind in the counter. Oh! For the love of spices, herbs, and condiments, I can make so many delicious meals from these! I gleamed with excitement. I wasn't the best cook, but I do know how to make a hearty meal when given the proper ingredients.  "All of the fruit, vegetables, and spices are grown in our farm just a few miles from here." Lucas said.  "I thought you owned an oil company?" I asked. Just how many businesses does this man have? "I do. But we also own a farm. My parents also have a shipping company that I help manage. My wife used to help out on her parent's pharmaceutical business, but now that she's gone, I have to

I felt a tingle of both happiness and melancholy. I knew that she was well-loved and cared for here, and that she was the source of sunshine in this family. There was a part of me that felt jealous—that Lucas and the kids had her, and that she had them. However, above all these feelings, guilt was the strongest. In the past four months that I’ve been watching this family I have never seen them as happy as I have seen them today. I shouldn’t be the one putting a smile on their faces. It should be her. Thoughts flew in my head imagining her gracefully walking down the corridors in a white dress that always looked so good on her, complimenting her blue eyes and fair complexion; the epitome of immaculate beauty. I imagine the way she would smile at her husband so tenderly and how he would hold her gently in his arms like the fragile little dove that she was. I imagine the way her children would come running to her at every chance they got. They wer