The girl who loved him the most in the whole world is now in this box.
No more crying, no more laughter, no more running up to him with a smile and asking, "Willy, did you see the words on the umbrella I gave you yesterday?"
"No," he replied.
But only he knew at that moment that he was lying.
He saw it.
Stroke by stroke, carved tirelessly by her onto the handle of the umbrella.
William, I love you. In this lifetime that's so long, all I want is to love you.
And she really did it.
In her lifetime, she only loved him.
"Jessica, I love you too. Don't be afraid. I am your husband. I will take you home. From now on, you will stay by my side. You are not allowed to go anywhere. Wherever I go, you go too."
Emily stood quietly on the side, tears streaming down her face, as she watched the man holding the urn like a treasure.
She was wrong.
She couldn't bring him back.
At the moment when Jessica died, William was gone forever.