Gracy One Shots

Fire

I was under his control. From the first time I saw him and the first time I heard his dark enchanting voice that sent chills to every part of my soul. My lifeless soul ignited at the thought of him. Every time he wandered into my head my face flooded with colour. He filled up every empty morsel of me. He made me who I am today. And I am so grateful. I was in the worst state. I was lonely, sad, depressed and suicidal, but he gave me hope. I was ready to give up but he wouldn't allow it. He pulled me through. I knew that suicide was not the answer, suicide was an excuse to avoid all my stupid, irrelevant problems. Suicide is never the answer.

I met him when I met up with some friends and we hit it off immediately, his goofy laugh made my day. I woke up the next day happy, for once in a long long time. We were both 27 when we both met. His name was Zachary Graser and he had sandy brown hair and mystical blue eyes that bored into my soul and imprinted it. One week we were just chilling on team speak and he asked me on a date and I said yes. He brought me to this cute park were we had a picnic and shared a passionate beautiful kiss. I went off to la la land that night and replayed that moment over and over again. It was so beautiful and so pure. It was a true kiss of love. When he said my name I felt shivers trickle like a water fall down my spine. His name and my name fitted perfectly together Zachary and Stacy. We had dates every Saturday for two whole years. He asked me to move him a year before it happened.  I remember this day as clear as water. We were back at where we had our first date and he threw a ring on the table and hugged me. He whispered in my ear and his beautiful voice melted my heart. He whispered 'Marry me?' Into my ear. I cried so much and tried to say a yes through the tears. He started crying too and as he slipped the ring on my finger, I felt like I mattered to someone.

Skip forward to 7 months later and it was our wedding. I had a white long dress with soft pastel blue ribbons in my dark brown curls. He was in a black tux and had a red tie. As I walked up the aisle I looked and smiled at all my friends with tears of happiness in my eyes. We were wed and had a huge party with all of our relatives and friends. We had a beautiful 2 tiered cake. I was so so comfortable around him and he knew about all my scars. He held the knife with me as we cut through the cake. The wedding bells still ring in my ears to this day.

I guess these were big memories but the little ones counted too, when he pranked me and threw pie in my face. Or when I dunked a bucket of water over him at Christmas. We weren't just lovers, we were best friends. I was his, and he was mine.

We grew old together, we lost and got friends. Soon we were celebrating our 77th birthday and then our 80th and our 89th and then I was left to celebrate my 90th. My fire burned out. And I am no longer ignited.

It was cancer. I visit his grave everyday. I sit next to him and talk to him about my day. Days pass and now I have to use my wheelchair to get to him. My older grandchildren come with me now. Soon they will be leaving flowers for both of us.

And I will no longer be empty.

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-Meeyah

~GFTW