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A meadow, bursting with a variety of flowers ranging from roses to hydrangeas were scattered across as they glistened in the morning light. Grass accompanied the empty spaces as the colossal trees rested beside, shielding the blossoms from the sky's gleam. The air felt like anything louder than a whisper would shatter through its crispness. The morning dew formed droplets which abseiled down tufts of grass, leaving a moistened trail.
Another droplet cascaded, not down a blade of grass, but down the cheek of a young boy. It was uncontrollable, as if a hose had been attached to his tear ducts. He closed his eyes in the hope that it would stop, yet it put him in as much physical pain as he was already in mentally. The sniffles which resonated around crashed through the atmosphere; the weights on his shoulders grew heavier.
Many deal with loss differently but prior to this, the most that he had lost was his purple teddy bear, Gary. A child his age would not have an ounce of of experience and it was clearly demonstrated here. No matter what he thought. No matter what he tried. The bitter taste of grief lingered on his tongue with a maleficent grin, fueled by the trauma it was causing.
Beside the boy stood a widow, unable to fathom the reality of what they were now stood in. Her eyes burned with sorrow as she reminisced the moments they had shared and the memories they will never get time to make. Taken away without the permission of any. Soul stripped away from him, just like many. Something that should not cause someone to die. Nothing could be done now but cry.
Suspended above a six foot abyss was a wooden structure - silent and still. As almost all eyes watched as it was lowered into the ground, it seemed as if it was taking everything with it: the joy they expressed daily: the smiles they gave one another when they were down; the energy they once burst with. The lower it got, the deeper hearts sank into their chests. Happiness was a myth. Sadness welcomed everyone into its chilling embrace. As his teardrops collided with the ground, so did the rose Jack had been waiting to place above his dad. He didn't anticipate this tidal wave of emotion and begged for his father to come back. That it was all a mere nightmare and he would wake up sooner rather than later. That this wasn't the last goodbye. He felt the rose was the only way of saying goodbye, but he didn't want to depart. He didn't want to have to spend the rest of his life without the centre of his life, he just couldn't comprehend why it had to be him. Out of the billions on this world. Him.