The rain fell hard from the angry storm clouds, pricking the skin like icy daggers. Minagh was standing over the freshly filled grave under the giant oak tree, gripping his muddy shovel tightly. His eyes did not shed tears, his body did not shiver. He just stared at the turned mound of dirt over his wife's body.

"Clementine," he whispered to himself, a sound that was lost in the orchestra of thunder and rain around him. He didn't say anything else. What else could he say?

Nothing would bring her back...

Minagh stabbed the soaked ground to his side, sinking the shovel into the earth. He turned on his foot and started to slowly walk back over his farmlands back to his home. His eyes flickered down to his feet, trudging over his crops carelessly. Potatoes and carrots upturned from his rough steps.

It was then he felt the hot sting of a tears in his eyes. It burned like hot metal on the bare skin. He closed his eyes and the tears fell, mingling with the frigid water upon his face.

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Minagh felt the timber of his porch underneath his feet and did not take his shoes off, just walked into his home and tracked mud over his wife's favourite rug. He sat on the loveseat he had made on his own, becoming lost in his thoughts.

What now? All Minagh knew was how to farm the land. It had been Clementine that sold the crops and maintained the contacts. He didn't really know how to continue without her.

Minagh stared at the wall, wanting to burn through it with his gaze. The rain outside pounded his roof angrily, drowning out all other sounds.

He needed to remember her. He closed her eyes and pictured his wife in his mind. Clementine's warm brown eyes were the first thing he remembered. How they looked to his on their wedding day. Full of the future he wanted to share with her.

"Fuck!" Minagh screamed. He stood up and picked up the loveseat, flipping it over. His hand shot out to the bottle of wine on the end table and threw it at the wall. It shattered, glass fragmenting over the room, wine showering the wooden walls and floor. Minagh sunk to his knees, giving in to the loss and crying.

He hated the world. He hated God. He hated Death. He hated everything! How dare they take his wife from him! How dare they ruin their life together!

Minagh's head touched the floor and he fell onto his side. He had given up.

Knock knock knock.