Take me back [open]

A quiet breeze cut through the cemetery like a small group of ghosts had decided to stroll through. The grass and trees swayed lazily and the scents of the earth and the death surrounded the Rottweiler like friends in the day and night. He had perched himself beside an angel and during the late part of the day, was able to sunbath as his position allowed the sun to swallow him and the angel. He was unsure of what he wanted to think about so he let himself immerse in his sadness, a kind of last hurrah for mourning.

He had cried the last of his tears for her and now only had his grief as company. His grief would soon turn to anger had he been anyone else but he was Yakov, and his heart had no room for anger and impatience. He just allowed himself to wallow for a change, something traveling and meeting others delayed. He had to mourn in his own time, his own patience and his own way.

He missed her terribly.

But her ghost could not haunt him forever.