I got home around eleven. It wasn't that late, but I was really tired, and I didn't want to think about anything for a long time. I just wanted to sleep.
I liked sleeping, because it was like being friends with benefits with death. I could come and go as I please, with no real commitment.
But sometimes at night when I'm completely alone, I plan out just how i would commit. Tonight was one of those nights.
I wrote the vows and everything. All I'm short is a ring and a flower girl.
Only my flower girl wouldn't throw the petals down the aisle.
She would put braid them into a wreath and put them on stage with some tacky ribbon.
Or bound into a bouquet and lain on a coffin as it's lowered into the ground.
"Death, do you take Marcus Alexander to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do," he says with a smirk.
"And do you, Marcus, take Death to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I..I can't-" I dropped the pills and they spilled all across the counter.
I slid down to the floor with my head in between my legs, but I don't cry.
I just think.
I think about everything.
About him.
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Along Came Andrew
Fanfictie"Maybe I don't want it to; maybe I want to sit down on a couch and lean my head on his shoulder and have him wrap his arms around me, or maybe just hug me as I cry into his shoulder, while he tells me it's going to be fine." B.D. 7.20.16
