In Love With Death's Daughter

Daydreams

        I squeal with glee as Lucas takes my hand, and we glide around the roller skating rink together.

        "You suck at this!" I tease as he stumbles a bit, and he raises an eyebrow at me.

        "Uhuh." He says, his brows furrowed in concentration. I laugh, finding it extremely cute.

        Suddenly, he loses balance.

        "Woah, woah woah!" He says, flailing his free arm. We make it to the free space on the edge of the rink, before we fall. Lucas lands on me, but stops himself from falling full force onto my chest.

        "Good job, slick." I say, and stick my tongue out at him. He just rolls his eyes and pecks me on the forehead, before rolling off me.

        We both lay there for a couple of minutes, just laughing to ourselves. I try to slow down this moment, make it last longer. Laying beside Lucas, just laughing our heads off. But I can't control time. Soon, we both get up, and start rollerblading again, until we have to go home. Nothing can last forever, obviously.

~ ~ ~ ~

        I wake up, and slowly lift my head from my pillow.

        At home. In my room. My room that could never fail to make me smile, until now. I sit up, my bed trying to call me back to it.

        "I have to get up..." I mumble to myself, and stumble to the bathroom, to stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes are still a bit pink and raw, and are accompanied by bags. My hair is all messed up and tangled, too. I look like death warmed over.

        Ha.. That's funny. I look like death warmed over... My dad's the Grim Reaper. 

        My dad should feel horrible. I shake my head at my reflection. I can't think that. I can't be bitter towards him. It's not his fault Lucas died.

        I grab my towel from the linen closet, and throw it on the hook by the shower. I step into the shower, and let the water wash me away from reality.

~ ~ ~ ~

        I smile to myself, warm and cozy, sitting on the hood of Kathy's car, which Lucas had borrowed for the night. Need I mention that Kathy is amazing? No, I guess that's self-explanatory enough.

        "Are you getting cold?" Lucas asks, rubbing my arms. I laugh, and snuggle deeper into his chest, shaking my head.

        "No, I'm really warm, actually." I tell him, and stare up at the stars.

        "It's so clear tonight." Lucas says, his voice soft and dreamy, and I just nod again.

        Right at that moment, as if it were just for us, a shooting star flies across the sky, and I let out a gasp. I sit up, and see Lucas chuckling.

        "Make a wish." I say, before planting a kiss on his soft lips. He smiles into the kiss, and chuckles softly some more when I pull away.

        "I've gotten my wish." He says simply, and moves a piece of hair from in my eyes. I just touch my forehead to his, and memorize this moment. Lucas' warmth all around me, the beautiful starry sky above, and the sparkling snow underneath us. I put that kiss to memory, and sigh happily.

        "You're adorable." He says sweetly.

        "I'm freezing." I add, and, nodding, he climbs off the hood of the car, and helps me down. He drives to Tim Horton's, and we sit inside, drinking hot chocolate and just talking until I had to get home.