Five Feet Closer- Sequel to Five Feet Apart-

STELLA

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"Ya know," I say, twirling a piece of his black hair around my finger. "If my dad ever found out that we've..." I trailed off.

 Will smirked, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. "I know. He would cut my heart out with a spoon."

If my father walked in my bedroom now, it would be obvious. Will had his boxers on, and that was it. I had Will's shirt on, and that right there is a dead give away as to what we've been up too. Adding to this, our legs were intertwined, tangled up together in a perfect mess. 

I shifted. "Well, he wont find out."

"Your mother knows." Will stated.

"How?"

Will bit his lip nervously. "I accidentally said too much."

I shrug. "She won't say anything."

Will sighs,kissing my forehead. "That's good. I would rather not die anytime soon."

I stifle a laugh, rolling my eyes. "Dying at the hands of my father would not be fun."

"I know," Will's blue eyes flicked around the room. "So next month I'll be able to travel?"

"Yeah," I smile. "What do you say, Vatican first?"

"Plane wise, yes," Will kissed my nose. "But I have an idea..."

"What is it?"

"I was thinking," Will looked down. "This doesn't count as travel, but whatever. Maybe you and I could visit Poe and Abby's grave?"

I paused for a moment. 

Will continued. "I totally understand if you don't want too."

"No," I shook my head. "I think that's a great idea."

Will let out a breath of relief. "Really?"

"Yeah," I slid my fingers to his cheek. "I haven't visited Poe's grave yet, and I think it would be good for both of us." My heart dropped, recalling that terrible night at the hospital, and that horrible phone call. One night, and a phone call. That's all it takes for a life to change drastically. "And I think..." I bit my lip hard, fighting tears. "I need to let them go..."

Will pulled my against him, my face buried in his chest. He whispered four words in my ear that unleashed 7 months worth of hidden tears. 

"It's not your fault." 

I fisted his shirt, trying to conceal the anger and loneliness that coursed through my veins. I wasn't mad at Will. I was mad at myself. 

"It's not your fault, Stell," Will repeated softly. "It's not your fault."

I bit my lip harder, feeling the metallic taste of blood seep into my mouth. "How do you know that?"

"I know you, Stella."

"I could have told them I loved them more often," I choked. "I could have called more."

"You could have," Will's fingers rested on my hip. "But that doesn't mean you need to blame yourself for anything. You didn't do anything to them."

"I wish I could take back the nasty things I said about them." I laughed sarcastically. "Shit, I wish I didn't fight with them at all."

Will hugged me closer. "We all have regrets, Stella. Trust me, I know."

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Will and I decided to go. 

We were visiting Poe and Abby's grave. We held hands the entire walk, dead silent. I had my mom send me the address to Poe's grave. 

We turned in the cemetery, surrounded by dead people's graves. Including Poe Ramirez's grave. Eventually we came to a unique, shiny gray gravestone. It had 'Ramirez' carved into it, with Poe's first name etched below. I knelt down, running my fingers over the smooth surface. 

"I'm sorry," I said to Poe. " There are so many things I wish I told you. So many things I wish I said. You were my best friend, Poe. You still are." I smiled, looking at the sky. "I still have the truffles you gave me. I broke the jar, but I kept the truffles. Anyway. I love you. Never forget that. I'll see you soon."

Will rubbed my shoulder when I stood up. "You alright?"

"One more," I say, leaning into Will. "One more."

So I found Poe's real last name, so I put that in there.