cemetery ☞ n.m

ix

"'can you just promise me one thing before you go?' says he, as he lightly pulls her hand back towards himself. he admires her features once more, smiling to himself, as he watched the muscles of her eyebrows knit together whilst she waited for him to say whatever he needed to.

he didn't want her to go, he didn't want to see how it felt to not have her petite body pressed against his as she slept calmly, he didn't want to see how it felt to not be able to hold her hand, or kiss her cheek. he didn't want to know how it felt to be without her.

'just-' he begins, almost forgetting what he had to say to her. 'just don't give up on me.'

she smiles, leaning into him and planting a short, soft kiss onto his cheek. and with just that he felt electricity bolt into his entire body. she released his hands.

'never.'"

anna-marie closed the notebook slowly, exhaling deeply afterwards.

"you're the one who wanted me to read this to you, samuel."

a couple of weeks before the 'accident', sammy noticed how much anna-marie wrote in that same notebook. and how much her face lit up while her black pen scribbled across the pages. she never showed sammy her works, however. and she promised that she would after a while.

she groans, running her fingers through her hair.

"i'm just tired, samuel. i'm tired of you not being here. i'm tired of having to come back to this place all the fucking time to see someone who isn't supposed to be here."

she stares at the grave for a few more moments, trying her best to hold herself together. but the more she stared at it, the more she couldn't.

"why'd you leave?" she cries, burying her face into her hands. "why did you leave me here, sam?"

"hello?"