Afterlife Affection - Brooklyn Beckham Fanfic

Chapter 6 - Beckham Dinner

Taylor’s POV:

For the rest of the remaining days of the week I avoided Joshua and the whole football team completely. Joshua has been texting me nonstop everyday saying how sorry he is but I don’t know what to say to him. He has even got his mates on the football team to come and try and talk to me and ask me what’s wrong. I ignore them and act like they aren’t even there.

Ever since the kiss with Joshua guilt has been eating away at my insides making me want to vomit every five minutes. Classmates always ask me if I’m okay, teachers ask me if I need to be excused to go to the nurses office but I tell them it’s alright. Everytime I see Joshua in the hallways my lips seem to feel as if they were poisonous. He would look at me, try to walk towards me but I would escape away in the crowd of kids just in time to avoid him.

When Saturday came the guilt that seemed to have eaten me hollow dissipated. Now I was filled with longing. Longing to see him. To see Brooklyn.

I dressed in a long plain spandex dress and black flats. I brushed out my hair, curling it as best as I could. Then applying makeup that I haven’t done in weeks. I made myself look as best as I could before topping off the look with a pin. A pin he had given me that he had lying around his room.

Luckily my mom was feeling generous today and drove me to see him. I even picked out a rose from our rose bush we had in the front yard. Once we were there I told my mom I would walk home and she didn’t seem to have a problem with that. Nodded her head with a blank expression before driving off down the road.

My clammy palms smoothed out my dress before walking through the rows of tombstones. Not long before I found Beckham. Large, white, regal, and probably the most saddest ones there. Dozens of flowers and trinkets (mostly of soccer balls and jersey) covered the ground around it. Notes and letters were tapped to the large engraved letters on the tombstone that spelled out “Brooklyn Beckham a loved son and brother”.

Knealing down I placed the rose and pin with the rest of the stuff surrounding it. “Hey Brooklyn.” I said to the gravestone.

"I don’t know if you can, uh, hear me from wherever you are. I miss you, a lot. I miss your smile, your eyes, you’re ridiculous obsession with soccer." The last line made me smile but tears were already cascading down my cheeks. It hurt, talking about him by myself but I forced myself to keep going.

"If you want an update on life: it sucks without you. Every waking moment every second without you sucks so badly. Every night I cry myself to sleep and sometimes I just can’t take it. I always think maybe just maybe if I die I would finally be happy and end all this shit." I paused, taking in a big breath.

"I fucking hate you for dying. I fucking hate the fact that you died. I fucking hate the fact that I’m living this shitty life without you. I want you back more than anything in the world." My chest heaved up and down as I sobbed uncontrollably. Throwing myself on his tombstone and hugging it tightly. Crying, and crying, slowly crumpling down and curling up into a ball before falling asleep.

-

"Sweetie. Wake up." A familiar silk smooth voice flowed in one ear and out the other making me still wonder if I was asleep or not. Then I felt small circles being rubbed into my back then I knew I was awake. My eyes fluttered open and I couldn’t believe what I saw. Scrambling up from the ground I straightened my dress out and ran my fingers through my hair.

"V-Victoria hello." I gasped as she smiled wearily at me.

"Hello darling. I saw you here and I- I nearly had a heart attack." She giggled and pulled me in for a hug. feeling her familiar hospitality made warmth glow inside me again for the first time in what seems like forever.