Wheee! Since nobody reviewed After Invisibility, I decided to turn it into a oneshot.
Warning: Possible fluffiness ahead!
Nick's POV
Six years. Six long, lonely years since the day Annie and Pete died. I was alone. My mother couldn't make anything better for me; she didn't understand what I was going through. Now I stood in the graveyard, a dozen roses in my hand. The summer sun hung high above me, warming by back. I looked down at my feet, gazing at the tombstone which read 'Here lies Annie Newton.' No more was written there. It angered me that nobody had bothered to add anything to her tombstone. Annie deserved it.
You saved me, Annie, my words came back to me. The last words I had said to her six years ago in the stuffy hospital room. You saved me.
I knelt down and set the roses in front of Annie's tombstone. I blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to form on my eyelids. I felt a lump in my throat. I turned away from the tombstone, sighing heavily. "I'm sorry, Annie," I murmured. "I'm so, so sorry."
Annie's POV
He was there. I could see him as I rose from my tomb. He held a dozen roses in his right hand. His left was stuffed in his pocket. His eyes held back tears of sorrow. I felt my breath come in short gasps as Nick set the roses down and turned away to cry softly. I walked to his side. Of course, he couldn't see me. I was dead. But I could see him. And I could hear him, just like he had been able to do six years ago. Now, he was a man, a twenty-six-year-old man, and I was eighteen. We were so far apart now. If only I had lived. If only…
"Nick," I whispered, placing my hand on his shoulder. I was surprised when he turned and looked in my direction. He looked right into my eyes. Could he really see me? Or was I just imagining things? I'll bet I was. Maybe he saw a squirrel or something. There was no way he could see me…right?
Nick's POV
I swear to God, I could feel her light, soft touch right then. Or maybe it was a fly. I turned desperately, hoping to find her standing beside me, but I saw nothing. A sharp, cool breeze cut through the graveyard, making me shiver. I allowed a tear to roll down my cheek. It glistened in the sun for a moment before plummeting to the ground and soaking into the soft green grass.
If the breeze hadn't blown, I might not have cried. But I did. And the reason being was that I could hear Annie's voice in the wind. "Nick," the wind seemed to whisper. Another tear fell.
"I love you, Annie," I sighed, turning back to the tombstone. "I wish I could have told you before…before you died."
Annie's POV
"I love you, Annie." The words shocked me. Nick Powell actually loved me? How could that be? I had murdered him! I wouldn't love me if I were him. But I couldn't change the way he felt about me. For some reason, those three words set butterflies loose in my chest. I love you.
"I love you, too," I whispered back. Nick began to sob, and before long, he rose and left. Left my tombstone, left the graveyard, left me. I felt myself sink back into the earth, and I was gone. But those three words continued to echo in my head. I love you. I love you. I love you…
