Chapter Twelve

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TW: Su****e

4/26/03

Alexander

I stared at the photo of me and Amaryllis. It was one we took at a photo booth at the carnival the day I found out.

I'm twenty-three now. It's been five years yet I can't forget her. No matter how much I try to move on, I can't. I fell in love with Amaryllis and haven't been able to forget everything she made me feel in those few weeks.

I sat at the table with a beer in my hand as I watched Conner and Marcy having the time of their lives. It was their wedding. Marcy didn't even remember that today was the death anniversary of her best friend.

I missed Amaryllis more today than ever.

What she told me still rang in my head as if she told me just yesterday.

"You'll never lose me. I'll always be here." I put my hand on my chest. It wasn't good enough anymore. I wanted to see her and hold her in my arms and tell her how much I love her.

With the alcohol I had in my body an idea came to mind. There was a bridge nearby.

I stood up and walked out of the venue without anyone noticing. I got into my car and drove to a park that leads to the bridge. I walked through the park and to the vacant bridge.

There was no one here since it was almost midnight. The tall light lit the way down the bridge. I walked towards the edge and looked down at the water. Tears flowed down my face as memories of Amaryllis ran through my head.

I stepped over the railing and stood, holding the railing behind me. I looked up at the sky and smiled through the tears. The image of Amaryllis smiling for the last time as she said 'I love you' ran through my head.

"I'll see you soon." I let go of the railing and held my chest as I fell into the freezing water.

The water filled my lungs but I didn't care. All I could see was Amaryllis. My heart slowed down and my lungs filled with water.

I closed my eyes and opened them to find myself in a meadow. I looked around and found a girl sitting in the middle of it all. There were red, orange, pink, and white flowers surrounding her. As I walked closer I saw that she was holding one of the flowers. I got even closer and noticed that it was Amaryllis. She sat in a flowing white dress with her hair in a loose braid.

"Amaryllis," I spoke as I got closer and sat in front of her.

She smiled brightly as she turned around to see me.

I smiled brightly as I held my arms out for her to come. She did and I held her in my arms, never wanting to let go.

She let go and put her hands on my face as tears of happiness flowed down her face.

"What are you doing here?" I smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"I couldn't help it anymore, I missed you." I looked into her eyes as tears threatened to come out. She was really here.

She smiled lightly.

"I missed you too Alexander." She brought me into another hug. We stayed like that for a while.

"So, how are Conner and Marcy?" My smile dropped a bit. Somehow I knew she was going to bring them up.

"They got married. I was at their wedding before I came here." She didn't speak. I knew what she was thinking by the look on her face.

"She actually listened to me for once." I looked down at her to see her smiling.

"What are you talking about?" I was confused.

"I and Marcy agreed that if I were to die young that'd she plan her wedding day on my death day. Of course, I didn't think she'd actually do it but I'm now happy she did." She smiled as a small tear rolled down her eye.

"I know you miss her but just know she's doing great. She misses you a lot." She smiled up at me as I finished speaking.

I looked around at all the flowers around us.

"What kind of flowers are these?" She smiled as she grabbed one of the flowers. I wanted to change the topic so she wouldn't be sad. The last thing I wanted was for her to be sad.

"Amaryllis'. My mother named me after them saying that I was as beautiful as them." I smiled and nodded.

"She has a point but I'd say that you're more beautiful." She blushed and sank her head into my chest trying to hide her blush. I chuckled.

We sat in the meadow talking and smiling as we picked amaryllis'.

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