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The cab is here,” he kissed her forehead quickly and reluctantly
released her, but she grabbed his forearm.
    “I
love you!” she was staring intently in his eyes.
    He
brightened up, rubbed her lips with his thumb and left.
    But
Tara didn’t have to take him from the airport, because he never made it.

Chapter six
     
    Present days
     
    Final
crack and it was all done. Tara was on the ground, fingers buried in the moist
soil, lungs heaving, heartbroken.
    “You
promised,” was like a moan “promised you’d be back!” The only thing they
brought her back was his broken body, his possessions, the watch, which she
gave him for their wedding with engraved “I will…Always” on the back. Months
after the crash she had been waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in
cold sweat, having flashbacks of that day.
    Peter
getting into the taxi; the look on her assistant’s face, pale, when she told
her about the accident; the shock, the numbness; the hospital and the smell of
it, Claire’s eyes, blurry with tears and pain; the truth, hitting her; the disbelief,
the denial; his face, his once beautiful face crushed and bloody; the blood,
the blood on her hands. The impossible had happened.
    Flash!
Flash! Flash!
    She
writhed in pain with every flash. So, that was the feel of dying slowly and in
agony. It was over, he was gone and she was fatally wounded. She was fighting
it for so long, the truth, the pain, life.
    “You
promised!” Tara cried. It was so hard for her to move on with her life, to wake
up alone in the empty bed. She came here every year just to try to fight the
nightmares of the last day, the last day of their fairytale. And finally she
had, with the price of her broken heart. A small angry spark welled up in her
chest, or maybe just a self-preservation instinct.
    “You
lied to me!” she slowly stood up, leaning on the tree in front of her, the same
oak, where like centuries ago they’d danced, lost in their own cocoon of
happiness. But the bubble had burst and Tara was left alone. Peter took with
him everything – the joy, the laughter, her energy, her strength, her soul.
    “You
said it will never end, but where are you now? Why the hell you left me alone!”
she exploded, “You’ve hurt me! Do you hear? It hurts so bad. Oh, God, please
bring him back to me! Peter!” The sound of his name had an effect on an
electric shock. “You’ve hurt me, Peter McClain, you hear!” The tears rolled
down her cheeks like tiny blood streamlets.
    “I’m
so sorry, love!” the oak leaves were whispering. There was no other sound, but
their song. Tara opened her eyes.
    “Yes,
you would say that. Love!” she paused, “I don’t know what to do, Peter. I
want…. I want to hold you one more time so badly, to feel your heart beating,
to breathe your scent. I want to tell you…” she stopped, “I don’t know how to
let you go, I don’t want to, but I have to, because of him. It’s so hard,
because every time I look at him I see you mirrored in his eyes, the same blue
eyes, your eyes. I have to be there for him, to love him without feeling like
someone is stabbing me, digging in my heart, bleeding it dry. And he is too
mature and serious for his fragile age, sensing my grief, my sorrow. I wish you
were here, Peter, to give me advice, to wipe my tears away and tell me that
everything will be okay. You would be so good at it – being a parent, as good
as being a lover, a husband, a friend. The best! I miss you!” she fell back
breathlessly to the ground. She craved to double up and stayed there motionless
till the Nature claimed her and transformed her into exquisite black rose. She
felt the blackness, the void in her soul, could almost touch it, as it was
permeated into every cell, defined her, and it had irrevocably changed her.
Tara wanted to remove the somber veil of sadness, to be again, to feel and
remember Peter, when he kissed her, smiling, when he loved her, not his broken
body. She didn’t know