Forgotten (4)

The last emotional chapter!

I had planned on leaving the village and never coming back but when I got halfway down the road I stopped and decided that maybe the old woman deserved to have someone at her funeral. So I spent a while in a nearby forest and returned to the village on the morning she was buried.     Everyone in the village attended the funeral, the woman had been loved by everyone, she had been like everyone's grandmother. I stood at the back of her garden where the funeral was being held. Standing in the shadows of the garden, no one noticed that I was there, I heard a few of the younger children enquire as to where I was but no one knew and I was soon forgotten. I never cared about the woman, I had lived with her but had managed to remain distant from her. She had cared for me like her own daughter but to me she had only been someone who I'd had to live with.     The funeral didn't last long, just long enough for a few people to view the body and say something nice about her. They carried the coffin into the nearby grave-yard and lowered her into the gaping hole before the headstone. Everyone else left quickly after that to attend the wake but I stayed near the grave looking at the inscription on the headstone,         Sylvia Meyers     Beloved wife and mother.     A kind and loving soul.     Missed by all.         A simple Inscription but it described the woman perfectly, a kind and loving soul, The woman who had been so willing to take in and care for me, an apparent orphan and stranger. She would be missed by everyone in the village, for them they had just lost a grandmother and matriarch of their village. I had just lost another person who had cared for me. This was why I don't make the mistake of caring, emotions just hurt you in the end.     I turned away from the headstone and left the town, this time I wouldn't return until the world ended and I woke in my field, the town might not even be there again. I walk down the dirt road that leads away from the village and to the rest of the world.     The inhabitants of the village soon forgot me and I was just a faint memory in the back of their minds.