White Rose
The sun dazzled in the sky, shining brilliantly and brightly.
But it wasn't right.
It wasn't supposed to be bright and cheery. The sun was supposed to be hidden behind large clouds, with small raindrops drizzling from above, the sky a melancholy gray to match the color of the tombstones. That's what it's like in all the movies.
Her sleek black coffin reflected the sunlight.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. To end like this. It wasn't supposed to end at all.
Marissa wasn't supposed to be... dead.
She was gone. Forever. He would never see her smiling face again, or be the Knight in Shining Armor to rescue her when she got into trouble, or kiss her again, or fight with her again, or throw her into the pool, or laugh and reminisce about old times.
He'd never even had a chance to sign her yearbook.
It was the Core Four. Seth, Summer, Ryan, and Marissa. Ryan and Marissa. Ryan and Marissa.
Now it was Ryan... without Marissa.
Just... Ryan.
The fish out of water from Chino that moved here three years ago, befriended the school loser, burned down the model home, and stolen the star water polo player's girlfriend.
The kid that was almost killed by his own brother, that overcame so much just to belong, the kid that graduated from Harbor and was going to Berkley in the fall.
The kid who had picked up smoking again after she died, just because he needed something to do with his hands.
"I have to go get help."
The kid who had to watch her die in his arms as his graduation present exploded behind him.
"No... don't go... don't go..."
The kid who was standing in front of her coffin, one hand placing a single white rose on the top.
The kid who was trying to think of something heartfelt to say as he stood in front of the box that held her body… but couldn't do anything but cry.
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Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with The OC, or anything else for that matter. So please don't sue, I don't have much to give except for six tattered Harry Potter books and a fat rabbit.