This is my second fanfiction. I hope you guys enjoy it. Please let me know whatt you think about it. Read, subscribe and leave a comment if you like it (or if you don't, please tell me why). Quick info before it starts: Im not a natively english speaker, so there might be some misspelling or things like that. I was trying to be perfect with the way I wrote this story, but - well, since no one really IS perfect...
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Can't live without you
Prologue
Maya is standing in the kitchen. She hears voices from the living room and turns her head. From a distance she sees Kit, Tiffin and Willa argue with each other. It seems like no one is missing him, she thought...
She catches herself thinking about him again. His dark hair, and the blue eyes – shy but always paying attention to the things that were going on around them. The way he tucked in his shirt before leaving the house in the morning to drop off the three younger ones at school. The way he smiled when he looked into her face. The way he hold her hand when they were alone. The way he used to kiss her – holding her face in his hands, his lips softly touching hers. And the way he would hold her body next to his – like they have been together for all their life, two souls who finally found each other. How she wished, that he could be here right now.
All of a sudden she realizes, that she's crying – again, like so many times since he is gone. Burried by the old church, in the cold ground where the two of them so often had taken walks in the midnight hours. She remembers the day of his funeral. How the kids had gathered around the coffin. Their Mom crying, holding on to Dave – it had surprised her to see those two there. Her Mom had left soon after that, never calling again. Never sending a note or something like that. All that came was the monthly check to pay the bills, but at least that was a thing Maya didn't need to worry about. It was hard enough for her to raise the three kids all by herself. She was only seventeen. Life had been easier when he had still been with them, helping her with everything that needed to be taken care of. He took over for her when she was tired in the evening, gave her strength to keep fighting for the five of them. He had hold her at night, and they had fallen asleep together so many times – arm in arm – like it would have always been like that. Soulmates, she thought. That's what we were. The only thing is, that no one did understand – still can't understand – why we loved each other like this.
And while she's standing in the kitchen, tears streaming down her face, she thinks about what could have been – would have been . If her mother – their mother wouldn't have seen them on that particular day. Everything would still be the same, she thought. We could still be together, like a family, being Mom and Dad for the three little ones. Me and Lochnan – my lover, my soulmate. My brother.