A/N: my first slexie fic! I hope you like it. This is just the first chapter, but if you don't want more. It can act as a one-shot! Leave a review and let me know? A special thanks to my better half, Steff for betaing for me! :) I love you, Steffers!
It was a dark day and it suited the situation perfectly. People dressed in black and carrying umbrellas in case the dark rain clouds decided to release their load. Family members and friends' faces already stained with tears and I stood there; jaw clenched, tears rolling down my face, my daughter's tiny hand wrapped up in my right hand, and a white rose in my other.
I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Just a few days ago she confessed her undying love for me, and I stood there like an idiot saying "thank you". Then there was that damn plane crash and she was trapped under a part of it. And then she was gone.
She was gone and she took all that was left of me with her.
Closing my eyes to try and push back the tears became harder when I saw her face. Her warm brown eyes full of hope as she stares into mine, begging for me to save her. Her soft, pink lips painted with crimson blood as they meet mine for one more time. And her beautiful, brown hair, holding that strawberry scent that I love so much, even though it's coated with blood and dirt.
It's when someone finally taps my shoulder that I reopen my eyes. Looking to my left I see Callie standing there and she mutters quietly, "Mark, it's time." Her usual happy, chocolate eyes full of sadness. Of course she was friends with Lexie, everyone was. But Callie is the person who I turned to whenever I was having problems with Lexie. She helped from both sides, even if she never told me the details; she was still there for Lexie as well as for me. Derek was there too, but Callie offered more support and a shoulder to cry on. She is my best friend, and the mother of my child, and I can't imagine my life without her.
I could feel all eyes on me and I felt my body tremble and Arizona take Sofia from my hand so Callie could take her place. "I-I can't let her go," I replied, my voice cracking and more tears emerging from my eyes.
Tilting her head to the side she gave me a watery smile. "You're not letting her go, Mark. You're just paying her your last respects is all. Mark, look at me." I did as she asked. "You can do this."
Nodding, I gripped the flower tighter and her hand fell from mine. The walk up to her coffin seemed like a thousand miles instead of just a couple steps. Upon arrival, I took in the coffin. Other roses were present already and it took all of my strength to lift my arm and place the flower on top of the others. "I love you, Lex. I will always love you," I whispered against the wood.
Once those words passed through my lips, a gust of wind ripped through the funeral and I knew that she was here. Here beside me; never to leave. As the wind continues to blow I swear I can feel soft breaths against my face and a gentle touch against my jaw and cheeks. "I will always love you too, Mark," is whispered amongst the wind.