Afterlife Affection - Brooklyn Beckham Fanfic

Chapter 2 - Don't Leave

Taylor's POV:

My stomach seemed to disappear as I poked the steamed carrots on my plate with my fork. I haven’t been eating much lately since the incident because I feel as if I have lost my appetite. The thought of eating anything made me grimace and cringe because I would always picture him encouraging me to eat one of the bizarre things he always enjoyed. I couldn’t do anything without him popping up into my mind. It was killing me.

"Taylor, you haven’t eaten anything since…" My mom said from across the table, trailing off and looking into my eyes with a vacant expression. She didn’t need to finish her sentence. I already knew what she was going to say.

My dad came behind my and rested his hands on both of my shoulders, placing a sloppy wet kiss to my cheek. “He would have wanted you to eat.” My dad whispered into my ears in hopes of persuading me. I set my fork down and pursed my lips.

"That’s what makes me unable to do so." I croaked. I felt the tears building up in my eyes like a dam that has been overflowed with too much water. My dad’s hands rubbed my back before descending into the kitchen with his empty plate.

A sudden pang of longing to see his family rang thought my hollow body. I haven’t seen them since the funeral and I wish to see them soon. Hopefully they are doing better than me. Especially his younger siblings…

"Eat, please." My mother demanded in a soft plead causing me to snap my head up in her direction. I scowled and felt tears brimming my eyelashes.

"Why? Why do you care about me now? Why does someone’s death have to wake you up and suddenly begin to feel the need to be nice to me?" My voice raised as my fingernails dug into my thighs. Angry would be an understatement to what I’m feeling right now.

My mom’s lips molded into a thin line and her face showed a stern expression. “Taylor we-“

I cute her off. “Don’t even say you always cared about me because that is untrue and you know it. Now you think just because someone I like is now dead, you want to start treating me like a human being?” I abruptly stood up out of my seat and stormed upstairs to my room, slamming the door behind me with all the strength I have. Almost instantly the dam behind my eyes broke and tears streamed down my face.

I could hear his echoing voice in my head repeatedly saying, “Everything will be alright, I promise you that.”

"Can you keep your promise now your gone?" I sobbed to myself in my room. Just like that a voice in my subconscious replied to me.

"How can he? He’s dead."

I couldn’t take it, I ended up being in fetal position cradling my shivering legs to my chest while I bawled. My head seeming to swell with his voice telling me everything will be alright but I knew it wasn’t. How can he make a promise he can’t keep? My breaths became short and rapid as I tried to calm my breathing. It was no use, I started to hyperventilate.

I lay there on my floor unable to take normal breaths while my tears still fell from my sore eyes. My head began to feel lightheaded while my lungs started to ache. As my eyesight started to turn cloudy, I saw Brooklyn crouching down next to me while smiling. The smile anyone would pay dentists to have.

"Boy, Taylor, you look rough." His voice seemed distance like he was fading away.

I couldn’t reply since I was still hyperventilating but in my head I thought,"you have no idea.”

Now Brooklyn’s face became serious, “Taylor listen to me. I need you to breathe. Try to inhale as much air as you can, ya?”I followed his instructions and attempted to inhale slowly. It helped a little, my breathing pace seemed to slow down but as it calmed he seemed to fade away.

"Well done," Brooklyn said in a cheery voice, "now you don’t as bad."

"Brooklyn…" I whispered out my mouth and my lungs expanded drastically slower making my eyes clearer and making the British boy in front of me evaporate.

"See you later, Taylor." His voice faded away and so did he.

"Come back." I said in a pained voice. I didn’t want him to leave, I wanted him to stay with me. I needed him to actually tell me in person that he was still alive somehow. It was too late. My eyesight cleared up and I looked around my room. Alone. Again. He left me again.