“Louis,” she whispered, “do you know why she cried?”
Louis raised his head slowly. His face was soaked — not just from the rain, but from regret. His voice was faint, cracking under the weight of truth.
“It was me. I was the reason she couldn’t let go.”
The crowd stood frozen.
Louis continued, each word like a knife in the air. “She found out I had someone else. I told her it was over. I swore it meant nothing. But that night… she cried in silence. She never said a word. Just held her stomach and wept. Then the pain started…”
He paused, struggling to breathe through the confession.
“I rushed her to the hospital. But it was too late. I did this. I caused her pain. I was the one who broke her.”
The yard remained quiet, save for the sound of the unrelenting rain and Louis’s anguished sobs.
A Cry for Forgiveness
Louis pressed his forehead against the wooden edge of the coffin, clutching it tightly as if trying to hold onto what he had already lost.
“Elena… I’m sorry. You have every right to hate me. But please… if there’s any part of you that can forgive me… let me carry you to your resting place.”
Then, something incredible happened.
The coffin shifted — just slightly, but enough for everyone to see.
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