Always Romira

Chapter - 1

As so many of you wanted an update, I thought why not give you a bonus chapter. Hope you all would enjoy it. And to tell you truth I'm second guessing my decision of taking a break, I'm all like 'fuck this break', I miss writing and you guys too damn much.
Here we go!

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Akira

"Hey darling."

Romero.

I look over to the love of my life as he nears me, his beautiful blue-grey eyes searching my face so tenderly that I nearly melt. My knees weaken and turn into jelly ready to drop down.

I just stare, I couldn't speak or touch him, but I want to, so badly.

"You look beautiful." He says softly, stopping just few inches away.

"Romero." I breath in, willing myself to not cry, to hold it at bay but it is damn difficult.

"Ray." He smiles his dimple one, his eyes are showing all the love I crave, all the yearning I feel. He steps close and raises his hand to touch my face.

I close my eyes, waiting desperately for his touch, anticipating his feel but like always it never comes and when I open my eyes next, he's disappeared, like always.

He was just my imagination, not my reality.

My hallucination.

You left him, remember?

How, oh how could I forget, when my every breath reminds me of that. When anywhere I look I see him, so close yet untouchable. So real yet just my imagination.

Oh Romero, I miss you.

I am falling apart, I'm dying inside with every passing second away from him.

Why is this so painful?

I used to think love would be exciting and thrilling, but I never once stopped to wonder if it would be this painful to endure.

Even with all the agony, I couldn't wish to not have fallen in love, or to not have met him.

And how could I? When he is the best thing happened to me in so long.

I just wish it would hurt little less so I could at least breath easily. So I could at least think about him without breaking down.

I wish-

Squeaking of gate brings me away from my self pity. I inhale a steady breath and I approach it.

Cool air of February evening breezes past me, making me shiver. I wrap my coat tightly around me to stop the trembling, and I open the gate. Stepping inside I walk toward my destination. On reaching I fall down on my knees in front of the people I've come to visit. The last time I came here was six months ago when I was going to college for first time.

I pick up the flowers I brought with me and put it beside others on the cemetery of my family, I then put a single white rose on my brother's tomb. It's his birthday today. If he was alive he would be turning fifteen.

Here lies a beautiful soul,
Jake Ray
02-02-2004 to 09-06-2010.

"Happy birthday little brother. Today you would have turned fifteen and would have become a bit more to handle. You would have started dating and I bet you were going to be a heartbreaker, leaving lines of broken hearts behind where ever you went." My throat starts to close up and I have to swallow.