The Message

Walking into the house after the funeral, he began to feel the emptiness. Entering their bedroom, he went to her vanity, gently running his fingers over her brushes and perfume bottles.

“Why did you have to die?” he said out loud, tears streaming.

Then he looked up, and saw her wispy reflection in the mirror. She was sitting there, just as she always did, smiling as she wrote on a slip of paper. She lifted her head to look at him, their eyes met, and she vanished.

He looked down and read her message: “I will always be with you.”