How could we say Goodbye?

Chapter 31

- Two months later-

You stared at the white ceiling above you, your mind mimicking its blank and washed out state.

Sleep wafted throughout you as your eyes lay half closed on your eye balls, being unsuccessful in their search for the effort to get up and do something.

The house was quiet.

Too quiet.

You frowned, straining to hear the slightest noise that might imply life. Shrugging when you heard nothing at all. Your fingers fiddled with the cover of the couch, fumbling clumsily yet delicately with the fabric, your ballet pink painted nails running smoothly over the soft cotton.

Oxygen seeped into your lungs, and you sighed wearily.

You stared at the empty wine bottle beside you on the desk, admiring the way it's printed casing lined the smooth glass; ever so fragile and beautiful. Your phone lay sleeping soundly beside it on the table, and you thought about how easy being a phone would be.

Possibly not though... Constantly over heated and over used. Frantically trying to keep up with someone else's orders, constantly buzzing even when you were sleeping.

Perhaps you were going mad.

You eyes drifted meaninglessly to a pile of magazines beneath the table, some old and over used, growing in age as they came nearer to the floor.

You stared at your hand, identifying every crease to be real, and yours. No one else had one single crease that was similar. That's what made every one different. It's empty state whimpered at you, wishing to be filled with the memory of a once loved and cherished hand.

You stared at the ring on your finger.

Oblivious to the wide grin plastered to your face.

You adjusted yourself in side the casing of protective arms embracing you.

A warm and repetitive breath tickled your jawbone, offering a warmth and comfort you would never abandon.

Or maybe it was all in your head.

Turning slightly, you giggled as you saw a face resting in front of yours. A mans face. He looked calm and happy, as though all his wishes had been granted, yet he was too sleepy to go out to celebrate. At least he could dream it if not complete the task physically.

/"Life's too short, and I cannot and will not bear to risk losing you anymore"/

Words floated throughout your head, maybe you were dreaming? Or maybe you were in heaven..?

/"When you care for someone as much as I care for you, that person becomes part of them. You have become part of me."/

You had to be in heaven...

/"I think we both know that it's simply not possible for me to live without you.."/

The closed eyes in front of you opened slowly, eyelids heavy from sleep.

/"I love you. From the bottom my heart, beyond that, with every square inch of my body, I couldn't love you more if I tried... so..."/

Freckles that dotted the jawbone of the mans face moved endearingly as his lips turned into a smile, a wide, loving, affectionate smile. A familiar smile that you could not help but return back.

/"Will you marry me?"/

Green pools were no longer hollow, the most heart warming, sweetness of love caressed you immediately.

/..."yes"/

You giggled again as he moved his head to yours, soft skin brushing together.

It was only a minor heart failure.

This was in fact real life.

Happy tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, no words needed to be said as the man pressed his lips to yours, lazily moving over your own, still informal from sleep.

He laced your hand in his, and it finally relaxed, the hollow empty whimpering was replaced by a hand, the same hand you plan to hold for the rest of your life.

His thumb brushed over the ring, and you found yourself unable to kiss back purely from how much you were smiling.

Looking down at it, you both stared at your hands, a small silver jewel dotted your own, you both turned your hand to look at the inside of the rings.

'Forever Yours'

One word on each ring, curved and delicately engraved into the underside of them both.

Two words.

Your necklace from that very same man hung loosely around your collarbone. Having been there since eight months after Christmas, that very, very special Christmas.

You finally felt contented, and found yourself laughing with the man at the surreal reality you were both living in...

It was perfect.

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WOW! I can't believe this is finished...

SORRY for being so evil and making you believe Grant was dead... possibly even both at the start of this chapter...!
I knew all along I would NEVER kill Grant off - which is why it was so evil of me, and I hope you don't all hate me now...! XD

I hope you all liked this fanfic!
I've gotten strangely attached, it's been something I've Been able to write when I'm happy and sad, as such a perfect way to make release emotions and express them.

Thank you all for reading this and coming on this journey with me! It's been a grand one :) now before I start getting all philosophical, I shall leave you with a question
Would you guys read a Kurtbastian fanfic?

I know alot of you may be against the ship, I was at first as well, but it's more the idea of them together rather than their characters in particular, I just love them! And the tension would be so much fun to write! So would you guys like to read? I might even convince some of you haters to ship them... (I might not... But a girl can wish ;) )

I love you all so much!

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