Breathe : skephalo

Epilogue

Our hands holding both hers, her body swinging with each our step. The sun was setting down behind the hills, just about spreading over the green surface beneath us.

It's been ten years since we lost Tyler and Michael, in that time, though the pain and suffocating realization they were never gonna be on the couch cuddling up with each other, arguing about which movie was the best-

In the kitchen burning both air and water, we understand that they are much better off now than ten years ago.

The orange light of the sunset was drowning the newly cut grass, warming up the tombstones spread around us with its light. I tighten my grip around the smaller hand in mine, turning my gaze down at the child, our child.

Yes. Through the years not just a child has happened in our lives, me and Darryl are married, moved back to mine and Issac's family home - Isaac and Adam moved to the house next door.

Amelia, her name is Amelia, called after the name Michael and Tyler we're planning on calling theirs.

She has the most gorgeous golden brown locks, eyes bluer than the ocean, long dark eyelashes evenly spread on her lids. Her cheeks always caring the colour of roses, dark freckles covering her face.

Me and Darryl have the most beautiful daughter, from the inside out.

I smiled down at her, seeing how her white summer dress got caught by the wind with each swing she ensured as we walked. I shifted my gaze upwards, meeting the forest green eyes I so love dearly.

The sunlight lit his hair like it was gold, just like Amelia's. His hair reached just above his eyes, not that he wouldn't look good with longer or shorter, I mean he was completely shaved the year we got Amelia.

His black t-shirt covering his torso like it was made for him, dark denim jeans reaching down his legs from his hips. Darryl after we got Amelia sort of got the dad look with clothes, not that I mind, he looks good even in a carrot costume with his face painted orange, Amelia definitely didn't want him as a carrot this year's birthday.

Darryl's lips were curved upwards, a toothy smile shining my way, mirroring mine perfectly.

Their graves were closing, two buckets of flowers in both me and Darryl's free hand, mine orange roses, Darryl yellow roses.

" can I put the flowers papa?" Amilia asked as we stopped in front of the tombstones of our dearest friends. Both me and Darryl shared the same look before handing her the flowers, Darryl made sure to remove the once before.

I reached for Darryl's hand, finding that he was already doing the same. We intertwined our fingers watching as she placed the flowers in the flower pot beside the graves, the stinging feeling spreading through my body at the sight, as well as amounts of happiness.

I brought my free hand up and wiped the tears that had started to fall, their death was still hard, and will always be.

I regained all my memory, and with that their deaths are just as heavy as mom and dads, hurts just as much.

Amelia sat gently down between the graves putting her hands on each the tombstones, softly brushing over them as she started telling them about her days since last time we were here.

Uncle Michael and uncle Tyler.

As much as my life has broken me down, I will always be grateful for being alive, for getting to have this moment, have Darryl as my husband, the beautiful girl we call ours.

I've learned a lot our of these years, these hand full of months.

Thank you. for all the times I wanted to give up-

Thank God I am alive.

;)