NATASHA POV-
It had been a couple months since Y/N died. We beat Thanos. All because of her. I just wish she knew that we won. Wanda tried to reassure
me plenty of times that she knew, still, I wished I could hear it from her.
I was sat on my sofa thinking about Y/N. Like always. That's all I did these days. I remembered how we used to dance in her room. She used to sing at the top of her lungs to me whilst I stood there, flushed like an idiot.
I remembered the way she used to look at me. Pure admiration in her eyes. I remembered the softness in her voice whenever she spoke to me. I remembered the feeling of her hands over my body. I remembered the feeling of her fingers running through my hair. I remembered her clear jealousy whenever I would talk to another man or woman.
At one moment I had all of her. At one moment I had some. And now, I have none of her. I just wanted her back. I would give anything in this world just to see her smile or smell her perfume.
I was brought out of my thoughts when Wanda walked into my room. She saw my red eyes and the tear-stained hoodie I was wearing which used to be Y/N's. "Does it still smell like her?" She asked softly. I gulped back my tears before saying "Not anymore." She rested her hand on my shoulder. Touch. I hated it now. I only wanted Y/N. "Steve's taking the stones back today." She told me, "Maybe you should visit Y/N's grave, it might bring you some closure." She added. I just nodded and with that she rubbed my shoulder and left the room.
For weeks on end I'd been trying to build up the courage to visit Y/N's grave. Today I finally decided I was going to.
Small time skip
I got out of my car and let my dog run free. I began walking through the rows to where her grave was. The love of my life. I looked at it as I kneeled down. The worst part is, there's not even a body in there. Just empty space- much like my heart now. She's not around to fill it.
I began to speak to her grave, hoping that she would hear me from heaven. "Y/N I understand you took a path somewhere which I can't. God I miss you so much. I'm really needing you right now. Things aren't going great. You always knew how to fix that. I wish I had a piece of you left. Anything. Since the memories of you is the only thing I've got left I just want you to know that, If I can't be close to you or touching you or talking to you, i'll settle for the memories and the ghost of you. I miss you more than life itself. It's not really worth living without you, Y/N. I finding it hard to accept existence without you. The only memory I really have of you is that I see your face in my dreams. Just like you promised. I always feel you with me, wherever I go, whatever I do. Just watching me. Looking after me. It's the closest thing to the reality of you and that's enough for me. I really had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Like in that song that we used to dance to. Remember that? Anyway, Steve's probably returned the stones by now. I should go. I love you so much Y/N. So fucking much." With that I put my head on the grave and said "To whatever end baby."
