A Visit
This is a short little story I wrote based on this post ( post/79993037565) on tumblr and tbh i cried a shit-ton writing it. Have fun crying your eyes out.
It's been at least a good week or two since he last thought of her, and he thinks that is enough of a gap to warrant another visit. So he gets on his motorbike, (amazingly enough, still in working condition) and finds himself along the road to Beacon Hills Cemetery. It's a long, winding, road. Trees pass him by in an endless blur of green and brown the more he pulls down on the throttle.
She's been gone for more than a few years now, and he still hasn't gotten the concept to wrap itself around his head. Sure there are days, weeks, months, that she doesn't cross his mind. There are times that he can see something that could possibly remind him of her and ignore it. e's trained himself to eliminate these things from his conscience because when he does remember, the pain still hits him as hard as when he tried to take away hers. And that's a feeling he tries to avoid if he can manage to.
When he arrives at the cemetery, he locates her grave easily. He knows exactly where it is without thinking. She lies in-between her mother and her aunt, peacefully he hopes, in a spot tucked at the edge near the forest. He's read the epitaph hundreds of times, each time taking him back to the first.
ALLISON ARGENT
LOVING DAUGHTER, FRIEND TO ALL
1997-2014
He remembered feeling slighted. He didn't believe that short, awkward sentence served her justice. She deserved an explanation. She wasn't killed by a random act of violence like what they all told the police, she died protecting those who could not protect themselves, she died keeping her friends safe, allowing others to live. She saved the day. Ally A saved the day again, and she lost her life for it.
This time, he's used to the pain that comes with remembering. It hurts like hell, but he's pushed it down in her presence. She can't see him in pain ever again, even if she can't really see him right now. He sits slightly to her left, and takes a deep breath before speaking. "Hey, Allison." it's how he starts all of his post-mortem conversations with her. "I hope you're doing okay." He fights back his emotions that threaten to invade his voice, making it shake and quiver. "I miss you." He swallows the lump in his throat and continues again, "But you know that, I think. I uh... I brought you something."
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a simple ballpoint pen that he's kept with him for longer than he can remember. He decided that morning that maybe he could part with it. Turning it over in his hands a few times, he blinks back another set of tears. He smiles and slowly lowers it to the edge of the tombstone, placing it down gently. "Just in case you forget again." he tells her, his voice barely above a whisper. He gets up slowly, the smile fading. "Let me know if you need me. I'll be here." he says quietly before turning and walking back through the yard.
He gets on his motorbike, and drives back down the same road he took to get there. He doesn't let a tear fall until he's all the way home again.
She's been gone for more than a few years now, and he still can't seem to forget her for more than a little while. He knows he never will. He knows deep down that he never really wants to. No one forgets their first love, not even Scott McCall.
Thank you so much for reading this! I hope you liked it :)