The bitter parting gift

Tears falling into the mud, tears disappearing with each raindrop, tears that aren't magic and won't change an aching heart.

"The only people I sought approval from are now gone. I know it was an accident and accidents happen, but death is never blameless. Some blame a higher power, some a person or a flawed system. I don't blame you, but how can you want me to live or be around you. You don't want my contradicting hate and love for you."

He begins to drop a large person size crate that was going to be used for moving into the hole he had finished digging.  He proceeds to lower Gertrude into the crate and then steps in himself.

"If I know my sister and I do. She would have a will already written and you will not be with out something. She would leave you with the one thing you need to survive in this world."

                                                                                         ...

 "Imagination and wonder keep the spirit soaring to great heights, but it is now time to learn from reality which tests you and will make you wise."

With no more words to say he pulls out a gun and looks directly in her eyes as if he was no longer blind.

"Please don't! I don't want to be tested and made wise, I just wanted Gertrude to find truth in my words. To be happy. To be with you!... and... me."

The man lays down next to his sister and closes his eyes and pulls the gun to his head. Bethany to scared to move, to scared to look away just watches as the only people able to comfort her lay in death and at deaths door.

Before the trigger is pulled he leaves Bethany with a parting gift of words:

"What is seen is not the Truth

What is cannot be said

Trust comes not without seeing

Nor understanding without words...."

BANG.

Rain is pouring relentlessly on Bethany's world; she picks up the lid of the crate and covers the bodies and begins to bury her love, regret and sorrow.

Her story is not over she is alive, will she live in regret and fear like the man, will she live in denial and contempt like the woman, or will she find clarity and balance from her teachings from the imaginary and reality.

-The End