The days before Kyle's funeral were the hardest for Elanor. But, the hardest was the funeral itself. Being new in town, neither she nor Kyle had many friends, so there was barely anyone at the ceremony. Once the few antendees had left, Elle stayed to mourn for her late husband.
Kyles grave lay silent in reply, as if he was too angry to say anything.
Sadly, and with great hesitation, Elle headed for home. Her cold, lonely home. She barely left her house for the next week. The only thing that dragged her out of bed in the mornings were the horrible nightmares. She couldn't help but feel that she were responsible for Kyle's death. If they had never had that argument, if she had never been so angry, if she had only said something.... Eventually, she ran out of food. Hesitantly, she put on something besides track pants and stepped outside the house. She called for a taxi and headed to the grocery store.
Walking along the footpath, she felt people's burning gaze on her. By now, gossip had spread through town and almost everyone knew that the new woman about town was a recent widow. Shrugging off the stares, Elle kept walking. Longing for her pajamas and her empty double-bed, she sped up, eager to finish her grocery shopping quickly so she could get home sooner.
Nearing the corner and the grocery sore, Elle bumped into someone. "Sorry," she mumbled, looking up at the stranger.
She smiled, stretching her face muscles for the first time since the argument. She had a sneaking feeling that she recognised the man from somewhere... only where? "Oh my gosh!" Elle screamed, suddenly realising who the stranger was. "I know who you are! You're-"
"Samuel Wilson," he said, finishing her sentence. "Yeah, that's me."
Elle blushed. "Y-yo-you're the weather man!" she stammered.
Samuel nodded. He reached out a hand for Elle to shake. "It's nice to meet you."
"Oh, the pleasure is all mine," she said, still blushing. "Really."
Sam laughed. "It's nice to meet a fan. Say, would you like to go to dinner tonight?"
Elle blinked. Her eyes welled up and she looked at her feet.
Samuel apologized profusely. "I'm so sorry," he repeated. "I didn't mean to upset you." "It's OK," she said, looking up again. 'My husband.... he died two weeks ago."
Sam's face fell. "I'm so sorry to hear that."
Elle smiled a little. "Thanks.... I miss him."
"Trust my timing, huh?" Sam said, laughing.
Elle giggled. "You seem nicer in person than on TV," she said.
"Of course," he replied, grinning. "On TV, I just say what they tell me." Elle laughed. "You know," she said. "I think I really needed to meet you. I haven't laughed since...since it happened."
Sam nodded. "I understand," he said. He pulled a notepad from his back pocket and began writing on it with a pen from his other pocket. "If you ever need another laugh," he said, ripping off the piece of paper he'd scribbled on and handing it to her, "or just a chat, don't be afraid to call me."
"I'll answer any time," he added. "I promise."
"Thanks," said Elle, who then said goodbye and entered the store to do her shopping, while nursing the new guilt inside her. Elanor visited Kyle's grave later that day. She felt bad after her meeting with the weather man and thought she needed to fix things.
"You'll never guess who I met today, Kyle," she said, staring at the dirt packed loosely over her late husband's grave.
"You know Sam Wilson? The weather man?" she asked. "Yeah.... he gave me his number."
She laughed at herself then. Elle's eyes began to water. "I miss you, Kyle," she whispered. "You're not here anymore... the house is so empty. I have no-one to turn to.... I love you."
The breeze lifted her hair and it danced around her face, mixing with the leaves blowing off the trees.
"I'm so sorry."
In Another Life- Chapter One
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