Farewell, My Girl

Rest In Peace

  Peter still hadn't come to terms with the events of the recent war. Everything had changed. He'd lost everyone he ever loved. His mother, Yondu, perhaps even his father, but most importantly, Gamora. Gamora... Gamora... he would repeat her name over and over again in his head, thinking that maybe, just maybe, if he kept saying her name, her tragic fate would be reversed and she'd come back to him. 

          Peter still couldn't believe Thanos had sacrificed his "favorite" daughter, all for a stupid stone. The soul stone. Curse that wretched son of a bitch. He missed her beyond anything, never once forgetting her warm touch, her soft, rare smile, her lips, oh her lips, how he missed the feel of her full, green lips on his, as they carried so much passion into one kiss. And now she was gone. And only recently had he gotten her to open to him, she even admitted that she liked his music. And now, she had been taken from him just like the angels had taken Meredith Quill to Heaven... 

       Peter sat at the controls of the ship, in horrid tranquility. Admittedly, he missed having that noisy shitbag, Rocket screaming and shouting at him. But now, Rocket sat quietly in his seat, staring at the floor. And Groot, who was usually annoying with the same use of three syllables, sat by Rocket, messing around with a pale green leaf on his arm. And Drax sat with a monotone expression next to Mantis, who was contemplating about things. But of course, Peter was just sitting in his seat, thinking about HER, he missed everything about Gamora. Her sassy seductiveness, her brutality and her pure, kind heart. There could've been a chance that Gamora was still alive. After all, she was an adopted daughter of Thanos. So, it wouldn't surprise Peter, or in fact anyone, if she just waltzed in at any point in time. She was stronger than others. She had been surgically modified at a very young age and she was indeed, stronger than the average Zen Whoberian. 

           Very soon, Gamora's funeral would take place at Vormir, (the place of her death). Peter had taken several detours on the way to Vormir, trying to avoid the possibility of her body, still laying there at the bottom of that cliff, completely dead. He prayed to the heavens above that she was safe. He needed her back. And he certainly wasn't ready to accept the fact that she could be gone forever.

         Peter flicked buttons repeatedly, trying to lighten up the mood with his "witty" humor. "Oh c'mon guys. Lighten up. Ya never know, that big purple grape may not have... ya know, killed Gamora..." even though Peter wanted to believe his own lies, he couldn't, and frankly, none of the other Guardians believed his lies either. 

"I do not think that is true, Peter..." said Mantis, her hands pressed tightly together, her fingers lacing neatly around each other.

"I agree with the gross and ugly bug lady, Quill..." Drax piped in, his voice showing no sign of remorse or sadness.
"See. This is why we're a bad team. We never think positively. Even if we said that there's a fifty-fifty chance that she's still alive, that's a start on the positivity." Quill said.   

  "Give it up, lover boy. She's gone. Ya just have to face the truth. Whether you like it or not, she's gone! Now shut ya face, Star Munch, and stop with this positivity bullshit." groaned Rocket, who was slowly getting agitated. 

"Trash panda..." Peter muttered under his breath.

        As the ship came to a halt at the bottom of the cliff (where Gamora had died), the Guardians prepared themselves for what was to be a very depressing view. Peter stepped out slowly, prepping himself for the worst. He wasn't ready for this, neither were the others in all honesty. Peter inhaled a deep, exaggerated breath, clenching his zune tightly in his hand. He felt more and more weak as he led the Guardians to her body. From a distance, he began to see Gamora's vibrant red tips of hair and Peter's heart sank deeper with every heartbeat. A surge of anger pulsed through him, followed by a pang of guilt. He should've done more to save her. But he didn't. He had been foolish. And now it seemed she was gone. They drew closer and closer to her body, before every inch of her was sitting in front of their eyes. Her hair spread out like a lion's mane, part of it soaked in her crimson blood as dark as the night sky. Her fingers a pale green, the blood drained from her. Her eyes were shut, and her lips were barely even a green color anymore. Her legs were twisted at awkward angles and her arms were strewn out by her sides. Each Guardian held an item in their hand, a treasure to lay by Gamora's body. First up was Mantis, in her hand she held a beautiful turquoise flower, the petals delicate and fragile. She knelt down gracefully by Gamora's side and opened Gamora's hand up and placed the flower in her hand, before closing it and placing both of Gamora's hand on her stomach. "May you rest in peace, Gamora." Mantis whispered gently.

        Groot stepped foward, nothing in his hands at first. But slowly, vines of bark began to extend from his fingers and they twisted neatly around and over each other, making a shape. That shape was a heart. It was laced with pink and blue flowers. He broke off the excess vines and held the wooden heart gently in his hands before placing it down on the ground. He moved Gamora's legs into place so that they were straight and together before once again picking up the wooden heart and placing it by her left ankle. "I am Groot." he murmured before standing back again.  

       Even Drax had prepared something for Gamora, which was rather surprising. Drax casually knelt by Gamora's body and placed a note by her arm. It read, "Even though I never truly liked you, you were still part of this family. My family. And, even though you were gross, rude and annoying, there was something about you that was quite likeable. So from the bottom of my heart, I hope you rest in peace. Yours sincerely, Drax."   

  Peter watched silently as the Guardians laid down their gifts, which were, in all honesty, quite beautiful gifts. Rocket walked slowly and solemnly towards Gamora's bloodied body. In his hands, he held a long, pointed and polished sword, the same one that had been used on Groot and him on their first encounter at Xandar. He placed it by the length of her right leg. "Have fun in hell, ya green bitch." Rocket mumbled. "Rocket!" Peter yelled.
"Fine. Fine. I'm sorry. See you soon, green gal."
"Better..." sighed Peter before he realized it was his turn to hand Gamora her presents.  

          Peter fumbled around his pocket for a little blue box, which contained a small diamond ring. He stumbled forward nervously and knelt down by her side. "I know we had our differences for a while. And I guess that brought us closer together. Look, I know I should've done more to save you. I realize that now. But if I could turn back time to save you and kill the purple bastard, I would do it. So, wherever the hell you are now, I want you to know, I love you. I always have loved you and always will. So, even though this'll never actually happen now, I just wanna give you this ring." He opened the box up and the ring glistened brightly. He took it out slowly and lifted Gamora's left hand and slipped the ring onto her ring finger. He squeezed her hand lightly and set it back down onto her stomach. Peter lifted his head and softly kissed Gamora's forehead, brushing away hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. "I love you, Gamora." a tear rolled down his cheek subconsciously and he didn't attempt to wipe it away. He placed the box by her neck and sighed again sadly. "Goodbye, my love." he stood up and turned to face the others, "let's let her rest peacefully now..." Peter smiled sadly, his heart filled with sadness and guilt.