SamaraCarstairs
It wasn't just a collage of photos. It was a collage of memories, a college of moments she would never relive. This was a collage of the person she would never share a laugh with, or hold gazes with again. A photo of her and William in Hyde Park, sitting by the lake as he stares daggers at the mallards waddling in their direction. She felt her lips pull up into a half smile at the memory. Will had never been very fond of ducks. "Never trust a duck", he would always say. And in the next photo, William again sitting by a pond. Their first son, James, holding the hand of their newest addition to the family, Lucie, as he walks her toward the pond's edge. The look on Will's face was that of utter happiness. He loved his children more than anything. "Even more than me", Tessa sometimes thought.
Tessa stared at the wall in front of her. Where there had once been nothing, there was now a collage of photographs. Photos of William. Looking at them now, every memory, every thought, every emotion she had tried so hard to push away since his death over 70 years ago, came rushing back.