My entry for Jerina2434's Favorite Couple Contest!

A few quick notes:

Pairing(s): Alfie Lewis / Poppy Clarke, past Alfie Lewis / Amber Millington

Inspiration: Moment of Truth – FM Static (I used to know her brother but I never knew I loved her till the day she laid her eyes on me)

Here we go!

…

Poppy.

Five simple letters, yet they mean so much to you.

(Amber also had five letters)

You've never had a real conversation with Poppy, just a few hellos exchanged in the halls or when she's looking for her brother.

(Jerome's your best friend)

She's beautiful, but, to you, it doesn't seem that she spends as much time on her looks as Amber did.

(Amber cared more about herself than you)

What was it about Poppy that you really liked? Was it her conniving attitude towards her brother? Was it her seemingly effortless beauty?

(Amber spent hours on her looks)

No, it was not any of that, you think.

It was the way she looked at you. Her eyes were so divine, so beauteous, that you couldn't help but stare. She'd made you, Alfie Lewis, speechless.

(Amber never looked at you like that)

Jerome was with you when it happened. He told you that she was devious, evil even. He warned you that she'd hurt you.

He didn't care that you were infatuated with her; he'd thought you'd get over it.

(Just like you did Amber)

She'd stopped by your room one day, crying and looking for her brother. Jerome was in detention, but you were there. You offered to listen, to try to make her feel better.

She'd told you about how the kids in her year didn't want to be around her. You'd told her that she was always welcome to be around you.

She'd smiled at you.

(Poppy had a beautiful smile)

That was ten years ago.

Now, you're standing in a little chapel, watching as everyone prepares to see Poppy Clarke become Poppy Lewis.

Jerome wasn't that happy with it, but he'd accepted it.

(Who better to marry his sister than his best mate?)

You say your vows and she says hers, and you share the kiss that forever marks you as a married couple.

(You still can't believe you're married to her)

You're both elderly now.

Poppy's lying in her hospital bed, dying. You've been sitting by her bed ever since you'd found her collapsed on the living room floor of your home.

(The doctors say she won't make it)

You're back at the little chapel where you and Poppy got married.

But now it's not for such a happy occasion.

It's the second anniversary of her death. You hobble to her gravestone, taking in the quote she wanted etched into it.

(It's all going to be okay one day)

You kneel in front of her grave, placing the poppy flowers right in front of the stone.

"Poppy, I miss you," you whisper to the air.

You almost believe you felt someone kiss your cheek, but you brush it off as your imagination.

(Poppy, I'll be with you soon)

And there it is. What did you think?