(AN: this is part 2 to Romeo and Juliet)
Rafe's POV
I open my eyes slowly to see me laying down on the grass. I prop myself up on my elbows feeling a large pain shoot through my stomach. I look down to see my shirt covered in blood as I wince and go to clutch onto my stomach until one of my hands doesn't move. I look over at my right hand to see it intertwined with my y/n's hand.
I smile and look at her but she looks pale and lifeless. I furrow my eyebrows and feel my heart drop when I see her stomach also covered in blood. I widen my eyes and run to her body seeing a pocket knife plunged through her stomach.
I place my hand on her cheek tears flowing down my eyes hoping in some way she'll respond but she doesn't, she's gone. The love of my life is gone.
5 months later
As I'm standing over y/n's grave staring at her I can't help but think of the day I lost her.
"What's your favorite book?" "I don't read books you know that" "Come on everyone has a book they like" "Not me"
I smile through my tears at the flashback and kiss her cheek "You, you are my favorite book y/n."
It will always be you.
