𝕮𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

Forever | M.H.

[Angst]
Inspired by Kamelot's 'Forever'

The night was quiet on the rooftop, only a cold, biting wind filling the silence. The city lights flickered in the distance, blurring into a hazy glow, but none of it really registered with you. The weight of her absence was all-consuming, pressing down on you until you could barely breathe. It had been months since she was gone, but the pain felt as raw, as brutal, as the moment you had heard the news. Every heartbeat, every breath you took without her felt hollow, like an echo of a life that had once been so full, so vibrant, when she was still here.

The rooftop was a place full of memories, a sanctuary of sorts, where you and Maria had spent countless nights, sharing dreams, secrets, hopes, and fears. It was here she had told you about the missions she wanted to undertake, the people she wanted to protect, her voice filled with a passion for duty that was so utterly, uniquely her. She had always been larger than life, a force of nature, her dark hair illuminated under the moonlight, her laughter ringing out into the night air, filling the silence with a warmth that was unmistakable. You could almost hear her laughter now, ghostly and distant, like an echo reverberating through time.

"Forever," she had whispered to you once, her voice barely audible above the wind. Her hand had been warm in yours, her fingers intertwined with yours, as she leaned into you, her piercing eyes locking onto yours with a fierceness that stole your breath. "This is forever, right?" she'd asked, her voice filled with a certainty that had made you believe it, that had made you think that nothing in the world could take her from you.

But now forever felt like a lie, a broken promise, a word that had lost all meaning. She was gone, and every day without her was a reminder of the emptiness she had left behind. You had thought you'd cried all your tears, that you had nothing left to give, but as you stood on the rooftop, staring out at the city, the grief surged within you once more, raw and unrelenting. You sank to your knees, clutching at your chest, as if that could somehow ease the pain, as if that could somehow bring her back.

You closed your eyes, letting the memories wash over you, letting them consume you. You could see her so clearly in your mind, her hair catching the wind, her eyes alight with determination, her lips curling into that familiar, teasing smile. She had always had a way of making everything feel lighter, of making you forget about the weight of the world, if only for a moment. She would have laughed at you now, her voice filled with that familiar, comforting warmth, as she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close, her breath ghosting across your skin.

"Don't cry," she would have said, her fingers brushing along your cheek, wiping away the tears that fell despite yourself. "I'm still here, in every heartbeat, in every breath. Just keep breathing. I'll be waiting."

But breathing felt impossible without her. Every inhale was a reminder that she was gone, that she wasn't here to share it with you. Each day was a painful step forward, dragging you further and further away from the life you had shared, from the memories that felt like they were slipping through your fingers. You could feel her slipping away, her laughter, her touch, her voice, fading like smoke in the wind, leaving only the hollow ache of her absence behind.

You found yourself speaking to the empty rooftop, your voice barely more than a whisper, choked with grief. "I don't know how to do this without you," you said, the words falling from your lips like a confession, like a prayer. "I don't know how to keep going when every step feels like I'm leaving you behind."

The wind picked up, tugging at your hair, and for a moment, it was as if you could feel her fingers brushing through it, as if she were standing beside you, her presence wrapping around you like a warm, comforting embrace. You could almost hear her voice, soft and teasing, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "You're not leaving me behind. I'm right here. I'm in every heartbeat, in every breath. Just keep breathing."

But breathing was a struggle. Each inhale felt like a betrayal, like a reminder that you were still here while she was not. It was a cruel irony, to be left behind, to be forced to carry on without her, when every part of you ached to be with her, to follow her into the unknown. The thought was a constant whisper in the back of your mind, a quiet, insistent urge, a promise that one day, you would be together again, that one day, you would close your eyes and find her waiting for you, arms open, her smile as bright as the stars.

"I'm waiting for you," you whispered into the darkness, your voice barely audible. "Every breath I take brings me closer to you. I'm waiting for the day that I can close my eyes and find you again."

The rooftop was silent, the wind carrying your words away, as if it were carrying them to her, as if she could hear you from wherever she was. You could almost see her, standing at the edge, her face turned towards you, her eyes soft and filled with that familiar, unwavering love. She would have laughed, shaking her head at your sadness, at your grief, and she would have wrapped you in her arms, holding you so close that you could feel her heartbeat against yours, steady and strong, grounding you in a way that nothing else could.

But now there was only silence, only the empty expanse of the rooftop, the weight of her absence pressing down on you, crushing you beneath the weight of memories and regret. You remembered the way she had looked at you, her eyes filled with a love that had seemed endless, eternal, as though nothing in the world could ever change it. She had always been so certain, so sure, as if she had known that nothing could ever keep you apart, that even death could not break the bond you shared.

"Will you be there?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper, a plea that cut through the silence. "Will you be waiting for me when I close my eyes for the last time?"

The words hung in the air, a promise, a prayer, a hope that you clung to with everything you had. You had to believe that she was out there, somewhere, waiting for you, her arms open, her smile as bright as the sun. You had to believe that one day, you would find her again, that one day, you would close your eyes and be with her once more, forever.

The rooftop felt empty, the silence pressing down on you, filling the space that she had once occupied. But even in the emptiness, there was a glimmer of hope, a faint, flickering light that you held onto, a promise that one day, you would find her again. Each day was a step closer to her, each breath a reminder that you were one heartbeat closer to forever, to the moment when you would close your eyes and find her waiting for you.

"I'm waiting for you," you whispered into the night, the words falling from your lips like a prayer, like a promise. "Every breath I take brings me closer to you. Just wait for me."

And as you stood on the rooftop, staring out into the darkness, you felt a warmth wrap around you, a familiar, comforting presence that filled the hollow ache in your chest, if only for a moment. It was as if she were there, standing beside you, her hand in yours, her voice a soft, comforting murmur that filled the silence.

"Just keep breathing," her voice seemed to say, a whisper carried on the wind, a promise that you held onto with everything you had. "I'll be waiting."

And so you breathed, each inhale a reminder of her, each exhale a step closer to her, until one day, you would close your eyes and find her waiting, her arms open, her smile as bright as the stars.

<3

A/N: Another sad one... I'm sorry.