A/N: For the Ultimate Shipping Extravaganza.
"Kiss me, and you will see how important I am."- Sylvia Plath
I.
"Lav?" you say, trembling hands reaching for her still body. "Lav, please."
Her chest rises. Just barely, but it's enough to give you hope.
II.
"I brought you flowers," you say, though the bouquet of sunflowers in your hands is obvious.
She doesn't answer, doesn't smile, just stares blankly ahead.
III.
"I'm ugly," she says, touching her fingers to the raised scars that paint her otherwise flawless flesh.
"You're not," you whisper, reaching out, but she slaps your hand away.
IV.
"I miss you," you admit.
Lavender raises her brows,throwing darts at a picture of herself before the war. "I'm right here."
"No, you're not. Not really."
Her face hardens, and she turns away. "Sorry, dear. Your Lavender died two months ago."
V.
You hold her, and use refuse to let go, even when she fights against your embrace.
"Stop it!" she hisses, nails digging into your lower back.
You endure the pain, and you kiss her with every ounce of passion you've held back for three months. At first, she resists, but slowly she melts until she's kissing you fiercely. She sobs into the kiss, her tears dancing across your lips and tongue.
"I'm never letting go," you say, and you realize your own tears have joined the mix. "Never."