Fix You

Chapter 13 - Part 2

I couldn't believe I knew Ashley and y/n for nine months already. It felt like we knew each other for so long, but also like we met yesterday. Weird.

I was so excited to meet up with y/n today. I was pretty excited, like for every one of our dates. I felt so lucky to have her into my life. She was slowly doing better, day by day, and I had the chance to see her smile a little more every day. I grabbed my coat and ran out of the house, waving to Joey on the way. I was late, fuck. I ran to my car to see a paper under my wiper. It didn't look at a leaflet or any kind of fine. I frowned and took it. 'Meet me at Burton Chace Park' I read. I grinned. It was her handwriting. I put the piece of paper in my pocket carefully and entered my car quickly to get where everything started.

Our place. We sometimes went there just to be together, just the two of us. She first thought it was weird because she wasn't very nice to me that day, but I loved that place, and I loved to be there with her. I drove there. It was already dark outside and the park was empty. On the open gate, another message was shown. 'If someone had told me my life would change after passing that point, I would have laughed. So hard'. I chuckled.

I took it and looked around. No sign of her. By far, I saw a light. Like a candle or something. I walked to it, intrigued. It was indeed a candle. And two messages. Wow, so much papers. 'Look at your feet ' was the first one. I looked down to see again two papers. On my right, 'You stood right there' and on my left 'And I was here'. I smiled and looked up again. I remembered that night. The stage used to be so close from where I was standing right now. I could still see the crowd, the loud sound of music that filled my ears and the way she looked that night. Flawless.

I looked back at the candle to read the second message 'And then you ruined my shirt'. I giggled. Yeah I did. "I thought I was forgiven for that" I shouted in the empty park, for her to hear. "Oh here you are" I heard from behind. I turned with a smile on my face. She was so beautiful. She smirked at me and walked to meet me. We made eye contact for a second and she blushed. Can she get any cuter?

She looked at the candle and smiled. "Candles are weird, don't you think?" she said. I frowned. She turned her head back up and bit her lip. I supposed she was excited. That was cute. I didn't really know where she was going with that candle thing, but I was willing to listen.

"They get lit and melt for a long time. And for that time, they're warm, reassuring and bring something romantic. And then for no reason, they get put out. Even if they still have wax to melt. Just like that" she explained as she snapped her fingers. "And nothing looks good anymore without that light. It's like everything is cold, grey and it doesn't feel special anymore. But, you wish every day that someone will lit that half melted light again, even if it's easier to get another brand new candle. They would be less broken, prettier and easier to light. But eventually, someone will come around and put some fire back on it, bringing back hope and feelings time lost" she added. I grinned fondly. "I'm so grateful that you ruined my favorite outfit nine months ago" she joked. I giggled and looked down.

I felt nervous as hell, don't ask me why. "I never thought someone could bring back the light in my life, and you did. You put the smile back on my face, and little by little, you fixed my heart" she smiled. My brain was freaking out. Was this really happening ? "So..." she said slowly, and chuckled. She reached for something in her pocket. A piece of paper. "This is for you" she handed it to me. She looked super nervous, but a smile couldn't leave her lips. I glanced at the paper, then at her, before taking it. I opened it slowly. "I love you" I read out loud.

I grinned so much my cheeks suddenly hurted. "Wait...does that mean tha-" I started to say before she cut me off. With a kiss. A fucking kiss. She put her hand on my neck and pulled me closer. Her lips felt so soft on mine, like they were made for each other. I asked myself several times if it was real, if I was dreaming. But when I put my hand on her waist to pull her even closer, I knew it was real. It was happening. Nothing mattered anymore. Not the cold air, not the nine months of harsh times. She was finally mine. Our lips kept dancing with each others' until we couldn't breathe. We pulled apart slowly, and it took me a while to open my eyes. I looked into her eyes, to finally see a fearless look, a loving one. She was ready to love, ready to feel, ready to live. With me.

THE END