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Rated: 13+ · Other · Death · #1726779
All that she held dear died and was buried. So that's there she'll go...
They intertwined fingers in the darkness of his car, parked right outside her house.  His lips sought hers with a breathless wonder that mind her heart race. She felt warmth all over and knew that bliss was this moment. She buried her face in his shoulder and whispered to him desperately.

"Don't go, Please." She was nearly in tears, such was the strength of her words.

"I have to love. Don't worry, I'll call you everyday. And come next year, you can join me. Just hurry and finish high school like a good girl!" He kissed her again. She nodded. She knew he had to go away to college in the morning and she would see him again. But she wanted every moment of every day of him.

"We'll be together forever right?" She asked, her voice so sweet in the shadows. He laughs and brushes the side of her cheek with his hand. It was warm and rough against her baby-smooth skin.

"Forever, my love. And then some." He kissed her one last lingering time and she threw herself at him, sobbing. Something inside her was twisting and felt wrong. Then she left, lingering as she might once more. Then the car pulled away and she watched as he went down the street. Then, she saw another pair of headlights, heading straight towards him at a breakneck speed. She screamed his name once before the sound of the impact drowned her out. She felt the world dim around her and her legs carry her to him. But all the while as she rode to the hospital, while in the ER, while he was pronounced dead officially, she felt her own life slipping away.

The next week was the funeral. The day he would have beginning his life as a promising college student was the day he was buried. She was dressed in black, a netting covering her face. Masking her stone cold expression. She hadn't spoken since that night. She hadn't eaten or sleep. She was planning. When all the mourners left the grave-site, and the last shovel of earth covered his coffin, she lay over the fresh dirt. Even as it began to rain heavily, she stayed, hugging the ground as if it was him. She whispered to him as she lay there, her body pressed close.

"We'll be together, just like you said. I promise. Forever...and then some." She smiled through her tears and at last lifted up. She looked around and carefully made her way to the tree nearby. There it was, the shovel she had hidden this morning before arriving at the church. She began greedily unearthing the soft ground, and smiled again, her eyes flashing with a hollow light. A crazed light.

After she unearthed the casket she pulled the lid off with much straining and it come loose with a loud crack. She sought the body, the carcass of the man she loved. She embraced his limp person.

"Oh yes!" She cried as the police found her and pulled her off. "Together forever!" She laughed into the night, not realizing as they hauled her off and gave her a tranquilizer. She melted into sweet dreams of the two of them in the dark cabin of the car. "Together forever."
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