Never Meant To Be

Chapter Fifty Two

Axel's POV

I stood next to the stone tablet with Aria's name on. It has been four months, still my grief from losing Aria is so raw, it's as if it was just yesterday that I had her die in my arms.

She never made it to the hospital, the doctors said she died before we got there.

Would she have survive if we got there on time? Or was her fate already sealed? If things were different, if she never had gone through all that pain, would she still be here with me? Were we ever meant to be together?

We were never meant to be.

But maybe, just maybe, if I had been there for her, she would have survived? Maybe she would have been able to get through this.

I guess we will never find out, because she is gone, and she will never come back.

I squat, and reached my hand to touch the stone tablet. Warm air blew, brushing my face. It was as if I was touching her, it was as if she was right there with me, smiling at me.

I did not want to have Aria buried at city cemetery. Even though everyone thought that it would be good for her to be buried next to her mother, I disagreed to that, because that's not what Aria wanted.

"Hey, why are you so quiet?" I asked.

"I am just gazing at the stars." Aria said.

"I bet it's beautiful." I said.

"It is. I always say to myself that the day I would die, I want to be buried at a place like this." She said, which took me by surprise, because why was she talking about death.

"Why is that?" I asked, deciding not to overthink the matter.

"Because everyday, I would always watch the sunrise, and in the evening I would watch the sun set, and when night falls, I would gaze upon the stars."

I remember our conversation from the last time we visited Central Park. That's why I did not want Aria to be buried at the local cemetery, because that is not what she wanted.

I bought a beautiful one hundred and fifty acre land in the countryside,far away from the city. It was quiet and serene and just how Aria would have liked it, and had her laid here.

I had decided to have a small house built at the center of the land, directly across from where she was buried, so that I could come here and stay with her, for as long as I wanted.

That was my routine nowadays, I buried myself in work during the weekdays so that I could stop thinking of the fact that she was gone and never coming back, and on the weekends, I would come here and be with her. My parents are worried about me, and I get it, because I don't really know if I am okay.

I closed my eyes and looked up, she is here, I could feel it. My Aria is here with me, and even though I could not see or touch her, feeling her was enough.

Somedays, I feel like I can't go on without Aria in my life, I feel like life is not worth living, I feel like giving up and just letting go. But days like this, is what makes life worth living, is what makes me want to stand up and push forward with life.

Maybe tomorrow I will go back to grieving and thinking that life isn't worth living, maybe I will wake up feeling okay and having strength to move on, I don't know, but for today, I feel Aria, I feel her being here with me, and that is all that matters.

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THE END!!!!!!