Lesbian one shots

In the stars - Kate x OC

Kate Schmidt x Madison Goode

I stand in front of Kate's grave, the morning sun casting long shadows across the rows of headstones and the spring breeze gently ruffling my hair. The cemetery is quiet, a stark contrast to the turmoil within my heart. I clutch a small bouquet of wildflowers, their colors vivid against the muted greys and browns of the cemetery. I knel down, placing the flowers gently on the cool stone. "Hey, Kate," I begin, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's been a while. I... I should have come sooner but it's been... hard." The wind rustles the leaves in the trees, a soft, natural symphony. I take a deep breath trying to steady myself. "I never got to tell you everything. There was so much I kept inside, thinking I'd have more time or that you'd just know somehow. So much I should have said when you were here. I was scared, you know? Scared of losing you, scared of the truth. But now, with you gone, I realize how important it was to be honest." I wipe away a tear that has escaped down my cheek. My eyes traced the carved letters of Kate's name, the reality of my girlfriend's absence pressing down on me.

"I remember the first time we met, how you were the only one who talked to me that day. You made me feel like I belonged, like I wasn't alone in school. I never told you how much that meant to me. Remember our first date? I was so nervous. I wanted everything to be perfect. I never told you how I spent hours trying to pick the right outfit, how I rehearsed what to say in front of the mirror. And that night we stayed up talking until sunrise, I knew then that you were it for me. You were my everything." I pause, a lump forming in my throat as my voice cracks due to all the memories flooding my mind. "I never told you how much I admired your strength even when you felt weak. You always knew what to do, what to say. When my mom got sick, you were my rock. I don't think I could have gotten through it without you. I should have told you how much that meant to me, how much you meant to me."

I feel more tears welling up, but I don't brush them away instead I just pause, my gaze drifting to the horizon. "You were there for me during my darkest times, Kate. When my parents were split up after my mum got better, when I didn't think I could handle another day, you were my rock. And I... I never got to be that for you. I didn't see how much you were struggling. I'm so sorry. I should have told you how scared I was that night in the grab 'n bag. I tried to be strong for you, but inside, I was falling apart. I didn't want to believe that I could lose you, so I pretended everything was okay. But it wasn't, and I regret not telling you how terrified I was of a future without you."

I close my eyes, letting the tears fall freely now. The silence of the graveyard feeling both oppressive and comforting. I eventually wipe my eyes, my voice trembling. "I know you felt alone, and I can't help but wonder if I could have done something more, been there more. I should have listened better, noticed the signs. You deserved so much more than what I gave you. I miss you so much. I miss the little things, the everyday moments. The way you'd sing off-key in the shower, or how you'd always steal the covers at night, then deny it the next morning. The way you'd hum while cooking, the way you'd hold my hand when you thought I was sleeping. I miss those things the most. I never told you how much joy those simple moments brought me. I kept all that to myself, thinking there would be time. But time ran out, and now here I am, talking to a piece of stone, wishing I'd had the courage to be honest with you."

"I'm sorry for the fights, for the misunderstandings. I'm sorry for not telling you how much you meant to me every single day. I always thought we'd have more time. I take a deep, shuddering breath. "I hope you knew, Kate. I hope you felt it even when I couldn't say it. I hope you knew that you were my everything. I miss you so much. There's a hole in my heart where you used to be, and I don't think it'll ever heal. Now things hurt so hard for a million different reasons, you took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces."

My voice is still barely a whisper as I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "I'm sorry, Kate. I'm sorry for all the things I never said, for all the times I took you for granted. Since you've been gone, I've tried to live better, to be the person you were to me to others. It hasn't been easy. But I promise, I'm trying. I'm doing my best. For you. I love you, and I always will. I hope, wherever you are, you can hear me now." I reach out, my fingers lightly brushing the cold stone. "I miss you, Kate. Every day. I miss your laugh, your advice, the way you always knew how to make me smile. I hope you're at peace now, wherever you are. And I hope you know that I love you. I always will." I place a photo of me, Kate, Simon, Deena, Sam and Josh on the grave, my fingers lingering on the polaroid as I place it down.

With that, i stand up, feeling a mixture of sadness and relief. I take one last look at the grave, a bittersweet smile on my lips. "I'll come back soon, I promise. And I'll look after Deena, Sam and Josh although I think they've proved to us all that they're capable of looking after themselves." As I walk away, the weight of the unspoken words seem a little lighter, knowing I had finally told Kate everything I needed to say. The wind picks up again and I carry it a sense of calmness. For the first time since Kate's death , I feel a little lighter, a little more at peace. I know the journey ahead will still be hard, but i also know I'm not alone. Kate is with me, always.

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