Some angsty stuff

Ghost in your heart

I'll love you forever,
not even death will change that...

The Death

There really wasn't anything out of the ordinary that Tuesday. He drove to work, called at lunch and drove to the store. But, he never came home...

"What do you want for dinner?" "I don't know, maybe soup?" "Alright, on my way home I'll drive by the store. Love you."

"Love you... too..."

He never got to the store.
And he...
He didn't come home.

The funeral

It was dead quiet, until it was abruptly broken by the sounds of violent crying. His fiancé, his reason for living, his everything... died...

No one said anything at the funeral, the only sounds were soft crying. One by one, people went up to put flowers on the grave, and one by one they left, until only he was left.
                                 All. 
                                           Alone.

The depression

He didn't leave the house. He didn't eat. All he did was sleep, and when he wasn't sleeping he stared at the wall, thinking of all the times they had togheter.

It was impossible to remember the bad ones, all he could think about was all the laughs, the kisses and the comfort of waking up in eachothers arms. He felt lonly. The bed where they loved each other, where they started and ended their days. It was suffocating. He needed to get out. And for the first time since his death, he left the bed.

The meeting

He didn't know where he was going, but he needed to get away, away from all the memories and away from the suffocating silence.

Walking
          Walking
                   Walking
                             Walking
                                       Walking
                                               Walking
                                                         Walking

And walking.

Before he knew it, he was by the bridge. The bridge he confessed. The bridge where he proposed. And the bridge where the accident happened. The bridge where he died. Overwhelmed by emotions, he cried.

He couldn't think when he walked towards the edge, or when he steped over the rails. It was only when he stod there looking down at the depths, that he thought

"I want to be with you"

It was when he was about to jump, that someone grabed his arm and told him "don't." And he steped away from the edge.

The healing

It's been a few months, almost a year, since he stod by the bridge. He still mourns his death, but he's doing a lot better. The kind stranger he meet by the bridge has helped him through it, and they are now good friends. It will take a wähile for him to heal and move on, but with his dear friend by his side, he'll be okay.

The feelings

It's been two years since his death. Every year he lights candles by his grave, and he let's himself mourn.

His dear friend has become more than just dear to him. Through everything they've been with him, through the mouring, and the healing.

He's ready to move on. To love anew.

The weeding

They're getting married today. They've been dating for five years, and two years ago, he proposed. He's never been so happy and nervous at the same time, all he can think about is them.

At the altar they say their vows, they've never been happier. He's ready to be with them for the rest of his life, he looks forward to it.

"'Til death do us a part."

The Ghost

I've been watching over you, ever since the day of my death. I've ached every time you cried over me, I've smiled ever time you laughed, and I've cried every time you kissed them. I'll watch over you, every day, just to make sure you'll never hurts like that again. Never again. I'm happy for you, and as much as I want to be glad you moved on, I.... Can't.

I love you... Nothing will change that. Not even death.

Even when death do us a part,
I'll love you