Olive sat at the window of her apartment, looking down at the street full of people.
Thinking in her.
Charlotte. Chuck. Her Chuck.
She thought of the way the sun would bounce off her hair. The way her perfect porcelain skin felt. She thought about her lips, how they would part slightly when she wanted a kiss. How they felt against hers, soft and sweet. She thought of how she always tasted like honey. How her smile was so bright, so contagious.
Olive thought of her eyes. How the emerald gems would sparkle and shine. The light in her eyes that couldn't be extinguished. The light that was put out by that day by that driver.
The way Chuck looked at her as she lay in a heap on the street. The way she grasped her dress, unwilling to let her go as she faded. She remembered her last feeble breath, "I love you," ringing softly in her ear as she held her tight.
Olive remembered holding her tightly, crying quietly into her hair, as she slipped away from the world. She clung to her, unwilling to let her go just yet. She wouldn't let the coroners take Chuck away, take her Chuck away.
She whispered in her ear to wake up, to come back to her. She had beat death once, she could do it again. She was strong, a stupid drunk driver couldn't steal her away. Not that easily.
Feeble and weak with fatigue and emotions, Olive stayed in bed for weeks after that. Unwilling to face a world without Chuck.
Olive thought about all of this. A year had passed, and the sting was still there. A single tear fell from her eye, and she said the one thing she never got to say to Chuck a year ago as she lay helpless in her arms.
"I love you too."