Author's note: This is just a short Spixie story (short because I still haven't perfected Spin-speak enough to write a long story :) It's a bit sad but hope you like it! Please let me know what you think, thanks!
She skipped the ceremony.
He would understand her. He himself never liked big crowds, never functioned normally when he was surrounded by an unknown group of masses. And as much as she herself was a social butterfly, as easily as she interacted with others, deep down she felt the same way. Perhaps that was why she was so harsh on her loved ones and not-so-loved ones. Her sharp wit and sharper tongue have bested many an unworthy opponent. She was quick to judge and ever quicker to insult. But he was different.
He would want her to be with him, the only way that she knew how.
The sun was setting by the time she arrived at the graveyard. Even from a distance she knew where his body lay. Even without the flowers carefully arranged on his grave, she knew where to find him. His gravestone was elegant, proud. It shone brightly against the fading light, as though reflecting the boy that was buried beneath.
His grave.
Her hand instinctively clutched at her necklace.
"Maxie, my heart is yours. Forever. Promise me you'll take care of it."
He had said those words almost shyly at the time. There was a twinkle in his eye, as well as something else. Something that made her pause and catch her breath but too quickly he turned away and chugged at his bottle of orange soda. The moment was gone.
She had laughed it off, like she usually did whenever their interactions together inexplicably turned mushy. All those times that he confided in her about how important she was to him, and how he wouldn't mind if-
"And now it's too late." Maxie told herself bitterly. "Because you were too foolish to see what was in front of you all along."
She knelt down at his grave.
Too foolish. Foolish enough to continue her meaningless dalliances with rival mobster's son and the prosecutor's bastard. Foolish enough to let revenge consume her life just when she was moving on, making a fresh start. She had a promising new career, a new supporter, better relationships with her family. And she had him.
He was there for her at the lowest moments of her life. He stood by her, he believed in her when few would.
"Maximista. The pinnacle of beauty and sexual allure."
That was his last nickname for her. And her favorite. Because he saw past the bad history, the dirty deeds, the cruel biting words and town ridicule. All he saw, and cared about, was her.
Who would call her that now?
There was a burning sensation in her eyes. She fumbled with her jacket pockets before her vision was completely blurred by unshed tears.
How could someone love so much? Enough to make the ultimate sacrifice?
But he did. He did it for her. She'll never know if he did it on purpose, as soon as he found out from her family.
Maxie pressed a hand against her chest. She felt her heart beating steadily, as though giving her a message from its previous keeper. There was an odd sense of loss and hope at the same time. Loss because he was gone. Hope because she knew, at that moment, she knew that he will be with her forever. Just like his heart.
She smiled.
"I will, Spinelli. As long as I live I will take care of your heart."
She gently placed the burning candle in front of his grave.
"I love you."