Someone Else

Part 3

*Two years later*

I don't know how much time I spent on the floor but eventually I got up and went to our bedroom.

Ana's things are still here. I don't know what to do with them.

I sit at her vanity table and look at the pictures she had taped on the mirror. Her favorite was of us taking an American style picnic in the park while it was snowing. We'd asked a passerby to take many pictures, but this picture was taken right when I kissed her.

She was still smiling, the flask of hot cocoa still in her hand. A slight blush graced her cheeks, since I was showing affection in public for the first time.

The other pictures are of our adventures, like when I took her to Turin, Paris, and London.

I open her jewelry box and took out her favorite ring. This is the ring I bought her while we