Baskadia

The grey skies mirrored the emotions in my heart as I stood in front of the grave, staring at the name etched into the cold stone: William Grey. My eyes traced the letters of his name, trying to hold onto the memories of the man I had loved for over 50 years.

We had met in our early 20s, when love was still a novel concept and the world was full of possibility. William was charming and handsome, with a quick wit and a heart of gold. I was smitten from the moment I laid eyes on him.

We got married a year later, in a small ceremony surrounded by our closest friends and family. I remember feeling so happy and alive, as if nothing could ever bring us down.

But life has a way of throwing curveballs, and ours came in the form of William's job. He was a journalist, always chasing the next big story and never staying in one place for long. It was a passion that had brought us together, but it was also the source of many of our fights.

As the years passed, I watched William age and change. His once dark hair turned grey, and the wrinkles on his face deepened. But to me, he was still the same man I had fallen in love with all those years ago.

Our love was not perfect, but it was real. It was the kind of love that stood the test of time, through the highs and lows, the joys and sorrows. It was a love that I knew would last a lifetime.

But as I stood in front of William's grave, I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness and grief. He was gone, taken from me too soon by a sudden illness.

I placed a bouquet of flowers on the grave and said a silent goodbye to the love of my life. As I turned to walk away, I felt a raindrop hit my face. The grey skies had finally given way to tears, as if the universe was mourning with me.

I walked back to my car, feeling lost and alone. But as I sat behind the wheel, I realized that William's love was still with me. It was the kind of love that transcended death, the kind that would stay with me forever.

I started the car and drove away, knowing that a piece of my heart would always belong to William Grey. The end