I don't know where this is going... it would be nice if people told me if they liked it or not. <3
Classy
“…and loving wife,” the pastor said, then closed his book. Christopher studied the many pages, wondering what wondrous things were contained between those thin paper strips.
“Christopher,” someone said, breaking him from his subconscious slumber. To him, this all seemed like a dream, one terrible, painstaking dream. He turned around to the person who owned the hand that was comforting his shoulder. A line of people, standing two by two, were watching him, waiting to see what he would do next.
Christopher cleared his throat. “Thank you all for coming. If you don’t mind, I’d like to be alone with my wife.”
And as if he were Moses, everyone parted and walked away, not looking back. Christopher heard their spoken thoughts, how they all pitied him, felt sorry. But why was there a reason to feel sorry? Because one day out of his lovely life with Ava was filled with sorrow? No; life with her was grand.
Christopher sat down a few feet from the grave, as he watched the cemetery workers lower her chestnut coffin down the deep hole, the deep whole where she would rest forever.
He turned his head slightly to the left, where an empty hole was positioned. That was his place in the world, in the earth, next to Ava.
“Sir,” one of the gardeners whispered, “It looks like it’ll rain soon, you might want to take cover.”
Christopher just shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”
He looked up at the sky. Gray and white mixtures seemed so perfect on that day. They comforted his mood. He hoped that maybe the clouds were so thick because Ava was watching him from heaven, and she needed cover.
Ava was in the ground now, and there was no way to pull her back up as the workers took away the green material that had brought her down. Christopher stood up. He just wanted to make sure they didn’t scratch the coffin.
“We’re sorry for you loss,” one worker spoke for all of them. Christopher nodded and smiled as they walked away. No matter how many times he told himself she was in a better place, that she was happy, the tears appeared.
Oh, how much he would miss her.
Christopher sat down once again on the grass. He looked all around him, into the horizon. For as far as he could see, there were graves. How many people around the world were going through this at the same time as him? How many of them did he want with him, so they could comfort each other? All of them.
The rain started to pour, and their seemingly gray drops hid anywhere farther than three feet from him. So he was forced to check on Ava again.
Should he speak now?
Christopher stood up and walked to the grave again. He must have looked like a mad man, sitting and standing, then sitting and standing again.
He took off his baseball cap and held it to his navy blue rain coat. “Sorry I couldn’t find more formal attire, but you know how I am.” He looked down at his feet. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to get you to the hospital. But, I figure you didn’t want that. You chose to die alone, and that’s fine with me, if it makes you happy.
“I never knew how much this would hurt. You taught me so many things, Ava, and without you, I would have never been able to live. Remember our first real date when you told me, ‘You never know who you are until you lose the person who does?’ Well, you were right. Standing here, I know who I am. I’m only one thing, and have only ever been one thing. I’m yours, Ava.”
Christopher paused.
“You owned me, whether you know it or not. And now that you’re gone, I don’t know what to do! I have no friends; you were the only one I needed. Maddie is off at war, and Tony is still in Europe. They don’t know yet. I don’t know how to tell them… They love their mother so much,” Christopher cried.
“You asked me to spread your ashes in the sea. Well, Caroline wouldn’t let me, no matter how many times I told her that’s what you wanted. She told me you never wanted that. She doesn’t know you like I do.
“So I have your ring.” Christopher reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a golden ring with a heart at the tip. “The first thing I ever gave you.” He massaged it with his fingertips. “I’m driving to Seattle tomorrow. From there, I’ll find someone at a marina, and ask them to take me out as far as they want, because I don’t care how far. I will drop it in there for you. I hope that’s good enough.”
Christopher picked up a rose from beside the grave, and kissed its velvet peddles. “I love you, and will always love you.” He tossed it in, and never looked back.
I shall be your first reviewer for TimeKeeper. When I first saw the title I thought it'd be something sci-fi with time traveling and stuff. 
at least there were some reviews before mine. (I didn't read those other reviews yet. XD) 
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