His heart grew heavier with each step he took. They had found this seldom-visited nook among the ruins of Greece during their honeymoon. They had come back every year on their anniversary. But his Rose had left him a month before their seventh anniversary last year. The doctors had diagnosed the hantavirus too late to save her. Her last wish was for him to scatter her ashes over the sea from their cliff, but he just couldn’t do it last year. He still wasn’t sure he could without following her ashes into the sea.
As he removed the lid from the urn, he heard someone ascending the steps. When he turned around, for just a moment he thought his Rose had returned. Then his vision cleared and he saw a young woman standing there with an urn in her arms.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll come back later.”
Smiling, he reached towards her and said, “No, this way neither of them will be alone.”
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