The grave stood still hard as ice and cold as stone. Ryan reached his hand down and stroked the words that read "Marissa Cooper". My gown ruffled in the night as I watched him caress my name over and over again.
He lifted his face to the sky and asked, "Why? God? Why did you do this?" He started to cry and I reached out my weary hands to wipe away his tears.
He looked at where I should have been and then the other way, "Who's there?"
I wanted to tell him that I was with him and that he was going to be okay, but he wouldn't be able to hear me.
Ryan snapped his head again and then focussed on me. I just stood there playing with my dress not used to wearing such a bright white.
"Marissa?" He was still looking at me.
What if he could still see me and God had gave me another chance. "Yes." I answered.
"She's awake!" He looked away.
Another man came into the scene and then everything turned into a brighter white. He pulled out a metal necklace and put it in his ears and then I realized that I was alive and well.
"Ryan!" I through my arms around him and pushed away the doctor. "I had this dream and I was dead and you came to my grave every weekend and you had met this girl named Taylor…."
"It's okay. I am here you have to get some rest." Ryan pushed me back down and then wiped away some hair, where he pressed a light kiss onto my forehead.
"I love you, Ryan!" I whispered as someone next to me jabbed a cold pin like object into my arm. My eyes started to close and I heard Ryan whisper, "I love you too!"