And she cries

She stands in silence and bows her head. She stares at her hands, trying to ignore the stares. She feels unwelcome in this place, unsure of why she's come. She owes him nothing, she came for herself. To see the face, to try to understand. It's too late to ask why. The answer would have made no difference anyway. She thinks back on her life. Growing up, all the milestones. All the times he should have been there, but wasn't. And she cries.

"Why weren't you there?" she whispers. "Why didn't you love me?"

His lifeless face just stares at her. And she cries.

"This is all your fault." she blames him. For all the years, all the heartache. He was her weakness. He was the reason she closed herself off. And she cries. For all the hurt, and the nights she cried herself to sleep.

She watched his family out of the corner of his eye. She touched his face. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't forgive.

"I will never forgive you."

Suddenly feeling out of place, she turned around and walked away.

And she cries.