Note: Hey guys. Hope you enjoy this story. It's short, bittersweet, and sad. Takes places in between when Jones commits suicide and after Dawson receives her letter. This is a "what if" they had been together. Casey and Dawson never happened. I don't own the rights to anything. Thanks for viewing!
My Heart Will Go On
She waits silently and patiently at the back with a bouquet of pink lilies. Her favorite. She was, after all, a softy at heart despite the rough exterior. She is leaning against the tree nearby, away from the crowd. They can't see her cry. She needs a moment alone. No one notices she's there. That's how she likes it.
Eventually, the mourners disperse, and she's left to her thoughts. After dusk, and right around the time when the expansive, black sky is surrounded by blinding whiteness of the stars. With the illumination of the moon as her only source of light, She slowly approaches the coffin.
She stares at the red mahogany casket adorned by beautiful white roses. She places her pink lilies in the center. It's almost like it was fate for them to be there. Then she gently removes the letter from her pocket and unfolds it like it's made out of glass. She scans it before lightly placing it on top of the lid next to the lilies.
"Don't let anything stand in your way," she whispers to her lover. Her friend. She regains her composure, and with one lasting glance sighs and says, "And I won't. I promise." She sprints away, and disappears into the darkness.