He stood in front of the gravestone, staring down at the granite finish. The letters had faded slightly but were still legible. Even still, the words continued to scream at him with a haunting glare. Her name was just blinding him from the intensity of memories.
They were best friends, each other's defender. That person that they would go to after a breakup, or a bad first date.
They were at each other's beck and called, that when she died he had to teach himself how to live.
He kneeled down and lightly ran his fingers over the carved letters, remembering how they loved each other, how much they protected each other. However, she was gone, and he could not change that.
He then pulled a picture of her out of his wallet, admiring how beautiful she was. The way her blue eyes shone in contrast to her olive skin. The way her dark brown hair fell onto her shoulders, her signature beanie resting atop her head.
He flipped the picture over only to find her handwriting on the back.
"Loving the trip to Hawaii, thanks, Mom! Spring Break '87'"
A few tear trickled out of his eyes at her note, which was from the last vacation she ever went on.
She had no idea what was going to happen.
She did not know that eleven months from then she would take her final breath in a hospital room.
Flashback-
He walked into her hospital room holding her favorite teddy bear from when she was a kid. It was old and torn, and it was missing an arm, but she loved that thing. She loved it more than her beanie, which that meant a lot.
He always hated the way she looked after her radiation treatment. Her face was ashen; she was drowsy, most of the time she did not even remember who he was.
No matter how much it broke his heart, he knew he had to be strong for her. That is the most he could give her at the moment.
"Hey," he whispered as he entered the room. "How are your feeling?"
Her breathing was ragged and forced, "I am, I guess."
He gave her a small smile, trying to reassure her, but his attempt failed.
"Hey, what's wrong, Andy?" She asked him, eyes full of concern.
"Nothing, just thinking about you," he explained. Her face softened at his words. Her frown turned into a smile, and she waved him over to the bed.
Even though she had lost all of her hair and almost all of her body weight, she was still the same person deep down. Her same old goofy, bossy self.
When he laid down next to her, the teddy bear that brought him in, in the first place got smashed between their two bodies. It almost went unnoticed by them, but when the eye of the bear had pierced her overly sensitive skin, she drew back in pain. When she realized what it was her eyes filled with tears, her hand had come up to her mouth.
When he noticed her tears, he had immediately wrapped his arms around her.
"Hey, it is ok," he consoled, "you are ok."
She nodded his head against his chest and whispered, "I know."
Her breathing became more forced, and he knew that he would have to let her go in a few moments.
"Hey," he whispered, and she raised her head to meet eyes. "You remember that time in Hawaii when you were sunbathing, and I put sand in your mouth?" He asked making her body shake with laughter.
"I was so mad that I practically ran you into the ocean." She laughed.
"To this day, I still call you sand mouth." He chuckled, but she did not look amused.
"Andy!"
"Sorry." He apologized, not at all meaning it.
He looked down at her and could see that she was very drowsy. Chemo was very hard on her physical and emotional state. She could go from being completely okay to utterly miserable.
"Hey, do you need me to sing the song?" He asked her. Her head nodded against his chest, and he took a deep breath. He knew this was the last time he would sing this song.
"In the arms of the angel. Fly away from here. From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear." He sang he could hear the heart monitor beating slower, but he continued.
"You are pulled from the wreckage. Of your silent reverie. You are in the arms of the angel. May you find some comfort here." He finished when she flat lined.
He buried his head in her head cloth and whispered, "I love you."
End of Flashback.
He stared down at the gravestone once more taking in its words.
He wished he could go back in time and just spend a little more time with her. He just wanted to see her smile; hear her laugh; watch her eyes light up like they used to.
But the past is beyond our control.

AN: Shortest prologue ever but whatever. I owe everybody a massive apology. School and dance have gotten in my way, but I am back. I should also mention that I am taking creative writing so you may see some of my pieces for that class up on this site.

I promise that this is a friends fan fiction. It's just that I want to leave the he and she a mystery until the next chapter. So see if you can figure them out.