The Love of Lady Dimitrescu X Female Reader || One-Shots

Be the Light in My Darkness (Conclusion)

Eighteen months after the day she asked you to marry her, you visited the cemetery and carried a bouquet of Forget-me-nots in your hand. The flowers symbolized love and respect, representing the promise that one would remember their loved ones and never let them leave their thoughts. The rising sun cast a rosy color of light across the morning sky. The chorus of birds sang their melodious songs, greeting the day's flurry of activity. Approaching the granite, bevel headstone, you laid the flowers on top of it and settled down in the lush grass beside it.

"Hey, Mom. I brought you some new flowers. Uh, I've got big news I want to share with you: I'm getting married. Yeah, crazy right? It's–ah, I still feel kind of strange talking aloud like this, yet it's therapeutic for me. Anyway, it's going to take place outside. A backyard wedding, which is something you knew I always wanted. Laura and I used to discuss where we'd get married, though we never settled on where that would be specifically. I know you really wanted to be there for our wedding, but life had something else in mind. Laura is out of the picture now. I actually met someone else. Someone really special. Like, she showed up in my life when I least expected it. Her name is Alcina, and I think you really would've loved her. I know she'd love you. So, she saved my life. Literally. This guy caught me during one of my nightly runs, and he was going to end my life. If I'm being honest, a huge part of me wanted it to happen. My mind was in such a dark place after losing you, and I couldn't see a reason to keep going, you know? I just missed you too much."

You then stood up and swept the grass off your pants. "Guess what, though? Just when he was going to hurt me, Alcina beat him off me and changed my world. She's blind, and somehow, she was the one to show me how to find the joy of living life again, which is far more than what I could do for her with my sight. She's taught me so many valuable lessons and continues to open my eyes to wonderful experiences. I really wish you could be at our wedding. I wish you were still here with me. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you, remembering your words of advice from our past conversations, or having ice cream with you at Sweet Scoops. There's always going to be that emptiness I'll carry with me for years to come. A hole that no one, not even Alcina, can fill because there's no one like you. But I think having the right people in my life has healed my heart in different ways. I can live with that. I want you to know I'm doing better, Mom, and that I'll be okay. More than okay. I love you so much and cannot thank you enough for loving me as you did."

With that, you touched her name engraved into the stone and walked away. You had a wedding to prepare for. Your family was waiting for you.

"Dammit, Karl! I told you to not place the flowers next to the cake! Their cake's going to taste like freaking daffodils!" Donna nagged, rushing to and fro with other flower vases. "Cassandra! Come over here and help me move the cake to the other table."

"Vanilla frosting on the outside, raspberry jam on the inside." Cassandra licked her fingers and lifted it onto a wider platter with her. "Where's Mom? She's going to be late."

"Don't worry, hon. She said something about visiting her mom at the cemetery. She'll be here. Well, she better be. Dani?"

Daniela was carrying another glass vase of flowers to the table before sneezing hard and wobbling slightly. "What is it, auntie?"

"Why don't you check on your mother and make sure she's all ready? Please tell her the love of her life is running a little late. I know she'll be here. I just know it."

Parking your car, you jumped out and started sprinting across the gravel. You needed to get inside. Oh, the fit Donna would have over you being late to your own wedding. You'd never forgive yourself for holding everyone up.

"Keep running, dear, you don't want to be late!" a gentleman called out to you, waving at you as you sped past him.

You screeched to a halt and kicked up dirt. This more heavyset fellow donned in a sharp-looking, gray suit was an unfamiliar guest. Not one you remembered inviting. "Uh, hi? Have we met before?"