Give Me Love {A Rose and Rosie fanfic} //ON HIATUS

Rosie's POV

A/N- HI! I FINALLY CAME UP WITH AN IDEA FOR THIS STORY AND I'M CONTINUING WITH IT:)) SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!!

Rose's funeral is today. I know that sounds weird, considering that I was literally just sleeping next to her thirty minutes ago. But, I have to go.   
Everyone expects me to be there, and it's not like anyone would understand if I told them that Rose was indeed not dead.  That scenario would not play over well to be completely honest. So, quite reluctantly, I agreed to pull the black, sheer dress over my head and present myself to my family and friends.
I'm not a good actress, as you can tell by my YouTube videos. I really don't know how to play a "widow in distress," if you will. But I'm going to try, for Rose and for everyone else. Because I know that they don't have the privilege to return home to their dead partner and cuddle up on the couch. I don't have any idea how I got so lucky, but I'm not taking it for granted.

"Are you ready to go?" Rose yelled from the kitchen. I shuddered, it reminded me too much of the morning of Roseweglyn.
"Yeah!" I answered, applying the last coat of lipgloss carefully. I turned my head to see Rose appear from the doorway. She smiled when she noticed me.
"You look lovely," she said, cupping the right side of my jaw in her hand. "It's so weird that I get to see you attend my funeral." She muttered. I smiled bashfully, wrapping her in arms.

"Well," I said, "I wanted to go all out today."

She smiled again, but this time it grew  dimmer. "I can see that. Well, we must not be late."

I was confused. "You're going?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. People can't see me, and I didn't want to leave you alone with my entire family."

Oh. That made more sense, and I was kind of glad that she wanted to go with me. In all honesty, I was terrified. I felt helpless, and secretive, and just overall not very good.

"Hey, Rose?"

She jumped, as if she were deep in thought. "Yeah?"

I lean up to peck her on the lips. She laughed into the kiss.  "I love you a lot."

Most of the service went off without a hitch. Rose's entire family sat off to one side of the room, and mine sat on the other.  An array of flowers were covering her coffin, and a large picture stood on top of them.
It was one of Rose, obviously. It was taken at the beach, and she was glowing. I remember when we took that picture.

"Rosie!" Rose giggled, throwing sand covered grapes at me. I ducked and pretended to look hurt. She shook her head, throwing herself down on the towel. "You know what, silly girl."
I gasped, and waited a second before tackling her. "I don't, but the tickle-monster does!" She screamed, and I felt a couple of heads turn our way.
"Stop!" She screeched, rolling around like a wounded seal. It was amusing to watch, and I felt my heart flutter around inside my chest. "Say mercy!"
"Mercy, MERCY!" I laughed and stopped, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. She blushed.
"You're so beautiful." I whispered. Before she could respond, I grabbed my camera out of our beach bag. "What are you doing?" She asked. I shook my head, removing the lense cap. "Stay still."

Snap!

"There." I said. "Now we have a piece of art to hang up on the wall."

That was the day we first exchanged "I love you's."  It was our seventh date, and I consider that to be one of the best days of my life. "Hey," I whispered when we were both turned around. Everyone else was busy looking into her coffin, or mourning. "Remember this day?"
Rose smiled. "How could I not? The tickle monster was vicious."

It was almost time to leave. The last stop I had to make was her coffin, and that was honestly the one I dreaded most. I hate lying, how am I supposed to pretend that I was seeing Rose for the last time?

I walked up to it and peeked into the large coffin ever so slightly. From what I could see, Laura did her makeup. She looked so pretty, especially since she was wearing her wedding dress. That was the one thing we both requested. When we died, we each wanted to be buried in our wedding dresses. It was a sign that even though we weren't physically with each other anymore, we still loved each other until the end of time. It was cheesy, I know. But it was real; just like our love.

"Laura actually did a decent job." You appeared next to me, almost knocking me backwards. "Too late it had to be when I was dead."

I studied her for a moment longer, taking in her features. Her face was restful, frozen in an almost content position. I placed a kiss on her forehead, said my goodbyes, and left arm in arm with the love of my life.

We were drunk on love, and happiness, and luckiness. I love her so goddamn much. I just attended her funeral, and I'm returning home with her. How crazy is that?

I feel like anything is possible, and with our love, I think it is.