I want to be Brave & Selfless, & Smart & Kind & Honest-...I continually struggle with Kindness...
- Joined November 2020
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- 1st Year
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Tobias stands alone in the rain at his wife's grave; Tris Prior-Eaton.
He kneels down and cries...and cries. He looks up, letting the rain sprinkle
onto his tear stained cheeks. "I love you, Tris!" he says, screaming out her name
once more for good measure then he brushes his fingertips over her name engraved in
the stone cemetary plot. "I didn't come for the cake on your birthday...I came to say goodbye
because I never got to when you were here." He feels a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turns around
to see a person standing behind him. A ghostly pale figure. He looks up and into the eyes
of the ghost who was once his wife. "You didn't come for the cake, I knew that already.
It was raspberry. You hate raspberries," the ghost said with a giggle that echoed
beautifully through the trees. Tobias stays still, closing his eyes and
savouring that sound. He listens until he hears the laugh fade
away into just soft pitters of rain on his leather jacket.
He gets to his feet and smiles faintly, knowing
that that was the last time he was ever
going to see his wife, Beatrice Eaton-Prior