He is Here

Jessamyn sat by Joar's grave, her eyes closed as if trying to summon the courage to speak. She usually found comfort in these moments, but today, guilt rendered her silent. Her heart ached, and words seemed too feeble to express the depth of her sorrow.

"A lot happened…" she finally whispered, her voice trembling. "Oh, Joar… forgive me…"

The tears she had been holding back for so long burst forth at the sound of his name. Joar had loved her unconditionally, cherishing her for who she truly was. He had waited for her his entire life, and she couldn't even wait for seven years, let alone the rest of her own.

"I am so, so sorry I am weak, Joar… I do not deserve your love… I do not… I am sorry I am not the woman you thought I was. I am a weak, useless woman who deserves every bad thing happening to me…"