Tearing my gaze away from him, I shifted my focus to Dylan's grave and knelt on the ground to clear the dry leaves scattered in front of his tombstone. While doing so, my mind prayed nonstop for my ex-husband to leave immediately. Just knowing he was standing only a few meters away from me was enough to fill me with unease and discomfort. Unless he left, I would never feel inner peace.
Heaving a sigh, I forced myself to forget he was here, but it proved to be useless. Just like the lyrics of my favorite song go, "Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met.” I finally stopped trying. Instead, my eyes traced the name written on the tombstone. As it always did whenever I saw the name deeply carved into it, a heavy weight fell on my chest.
It had been years since Dylan die
