“I’ve come to terms with you,” I said, looking away.
It had taken me a while to do so. Grief said nothing, and watched me walk ahead.
A year after that, I saw Anna’s favorite movie again, the one we would always watch together.
“I never really left,” said Grief, slipping silently down my cheeks.
This post is inspired by the Write Tribe Festival of Words (March 2019). The prompt for 10th March is GRIEF.