A year had passed since my wife passed away, but someone left flowers by her grave every week: one day I decided to find out who was bringing the flowers
I buried my wife almost a year ago. It was the hardest period of my life. We had been together for almost ten years.
Losing a loved one leaves an emptiness in the soul that nothing can fill. Since then, I developed a new tradition. Every Sunday, I got up early, bought her favorite flowers — white chrysanthemums and pink carnations — and went to the cemetery.
I sat by her grave for hours. I told her how my week went, how work was slowly getting better, how I had learned to bake her favorite cookies, as if she was there listening to me. Sometimes I just stayed silent, looking at the tombstone, remembering her laughter, how she fixed her hair, how she grumbled when I left socks scattered around.
The pain never went away, but I lived for her memory. But one day something strange happened. When I arrived one Sunday morning, there was already a fresh bouquet on her grave.
Beautiful, neat — with the same flowers I usually brought. At first, I thought it was a relative. Later, I cautiously asked her sister, then her mother — none of them had been there.
Nobody knew anything. But the bouquets kept appearing. Every week.
I even started feeling a bit awkward — I felt… jealousy. Jealousy of my deceased wife. Who was this person who also came to her?
Who else loved her so much to remember and bring flowers every week? I couldn’t remain in the dark. I decided to come to the cemetery earlier than usual.
I arrived when the sun was just rising, hid behind some distant trees, and waited. And soon I saw something terrible that shattered my life. I wish she had just had a lover.
My heart is broken
I saw him by my wife’s grave. A young man, about twenty years old. Tall, wearing a dark jacket.
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