I kneel beside the marble headstone, not caring about dirt clinging to my white dress and trace the words with my finger, setting the single rose in my other hand in the freshly cut grass.
“The First death of [F/N] [L/N]”
A smile plays across my lips as I think back to that day in the hospital, when everything had gone black. When my heart had stopped.
However, that was not the end.
To quote the doctors, I was a fighter.
And it was true. I hadn’t given up. Even when I had seen the light at the end of the tunnel.
I came back.
Ripped away from the clutches of death.
Technically, I was pronounced dead, and remained that way for roughly twenty minutes.
Perhaps the most peaceful twenty minutes of my life. But then I was shocked back to life, quite literally.
I smirk as I recall the other day when I was eating lunch with Alfred at our usual table.
“Why do you wear black so much? Are you like, in mourning?” he had asked out of the blue.
I had looked up at him, slightly startled but then nodded slowly. “Kind of.”
He tilted his head, smiling in confusion. “Who died?”
I smiled up at him. “Me.”
I chuckle to myself as I lie down beside the stone and look up at the clouds.
This is where I could’ve been. A part of the earth.
But I wasn’t ready. No matter how comfortable that peaceful quiet had been. I wanted more.
Sights, sounds, emotions. Joyful, destructive. Moments, fragments of memory.
I craved them.
“That’s a good one, [Name].” The blonde had chuckled slightly to himself.
I stared at him quizzically. “Dude, I’m serious. My heart stopped.”
“Whoa, What!?” He had stared at me in a horrified manner, sky blue eyes widening with worry. “I’m so sorry!”
Then, he hesitated, trying to string this information together. “Wait….so if you’re not dead…are you a zombie?”
I merely laughed in response. “No, they brought me back. I was almost gone, but they brought me back.”
He laughed a little, somewhat awkwardly. “Oh, okay. That makes sense.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”
A few planes enter my sphere of vision as I watch them lazily jet past.
The sunlight begins to change in color as the day grows older and I sigh, sitting up and taking one last look at my stone. I still remember when I first brought Alfred here.
“Well, Here it is.”
“Whoa! You have a headstone?!”
I had laughed at his amazement. “Yeah. It was more of a jokey thing. A gift from my parents on my anniversary. It’s more symbolic than anything.”
He had nodded, squatting in front of it and rubbing his thumb across the marble. “Oh. I see. Symbolic of what?”
I shrugged and kneeled beside him, looking at the cold, dark rock.
“The day my apprehension died.” I took a deep breath as I stared at it. “I’m not scared to live my life anymore.”
He nodded slowly, taking in my words, and I could feel his unhesitating gaze on me.
My face heated up slightly and I had coughed awkwardly, trying to break the silence that had fallen upon us.
The usually loud American had sighed, setting a white rose on top of my stone and stood
up, holding his hand out to me.
I took it carefully, looking up at him and attempting to judge his expression.
Smiling, he had cupped my face with one hand and I found myself staring back into his bright blue eyes.
“[Name], you’re really inspiring. And…I hope…that we can spend more of our time together…”
I had smiled back. “I hope so too.”
‘Life is precious’
That phrase echoed in my memory. It was what my Grandmother had once said.
His hand had rubbed my head gently, smoothly gliding over my hair.
“You don’t always have to be strong, you know. It’s okay to be afraid sometimes.”
I nodded, lowering my gaze. “I know. And I can’t always be strong. But as long as I’m with you, I’m never afraid.”
His usual goofball grin was back. “When the hero’s here, there’s no need to fear~!”
I giggled, hugging him and burying my face in his shirt. “That’s exactly what you are. My hero.”
And it was true. Before I had met him, I had become so detached from the world.
I felt so out of place.
No one understood me, what went through my head. And in all honesty, I was afraid.
It was a miracle that I was alive.
But then, Alfred came along, and reminded me what it was like to be truly happy.
Full of life.
“Hey!” My reminiscence is broken by that familiar voice and I sit up to see my boyfriend trotting towards me, a beautiful bouquet in hand.
“Hi, Al.” I smile as I stand and dust myself off.
He stops beside me, panting slightly.
“I almost didn’t think you would make it.”
He chuckles and kisses my cheek. “Of course I would make it. I was determined to get here no matter what.” He holds the flowers out to me, and my eyes widen slightly.
“Even if it means I’d have to wait all morning to get these.”
“Wow! They’re beautiful!”
I expect him to set them down beside my rose but he shakes his head and slips them into my arms.
“These are for you. Not your memory. For the beautiful, amazing, living, breathing, [Name].”
I laugh, and kiss his cheek.
“Thank you, Alfred.”