Atop the sleek black steed she thundered across the hillside, the cold wind biting her face, hair dancing in the breeze. She clutched the reins fiercely in her bare hands, all her muscles focused on this ferocious ride towards nothingness.
Her mind was a vicious whirlpool of screams and roars.
Only six months to live, only six months….Dr. Raymond’s words played repeatedly in her head as she grasped the reins harder, leather cutting into her skin.
Jason…her North Star, her moral compass….she wanted to walk down that aisle, become his wife.
Her peripheral vision caught sight of him expertly maneuvering his horse closer to hers. He caught her cold grip in his warm hand and both horses finally came to a stop.
She was trembling but he’d already got her into his protective embrace.
“J-Jason,” she stammered, face buried in his shoulder.
“I got you babe, and I’ll never let go.”
He never did, until she was ready to leave.
Her gravestone read:
Beloved wife, alive in my heart, now and forevermore.