She smiled sweetly at him, her [h/c] hair cascading over her shoulders, shining in the afternoon sunlight. Her [e/c] eyes sparkled with life. Life that no longer existed.
Her broken body now lay in a shallow grave, slowly deteriorating. Her body. The beautiful body with luscious [h/c] hair, vibrant [e/c] eyes, and soft [s/c] skin. That body now lay in a coffin, 6 feet underground. That body by now had thin, scraggly hair, slowly loosing it's color. Dead, blank eyes, reflecting what was above her. Cold skin, no longer it's original color, but a pale blue and white.
The beautiful girl of his dreams was gone before he could even say goodbye...
And he blamed himself. He thought it was his fault that she was gone.
He turned his back on her for one second, frustrated.
But when he turned back, after realizing that he was angry for a stupid reason, she was gone.
He hadn't even gotten to say goodbye. The last thing she had heard from him was a frustrated huff. She'd never know just how much he loved her. He was planning to purpose their next date.
And when he found her cold, mangled body, he realized all this.
It made him so upset. The only girl he'd ever truly love: gone.
"Oh Francis." Her voice drifted to his ears.
He looked around- seeing nothing. Perhaps it was a cruel joke by one of his friends. Maybe Arthur or Alfred.
"I'm not gone yet." She whispered in his ear.
He sniffled as he realized this was no joke, and the invisible ghost of his girlfriend was speaking with him.
"Goodbye, Francis." She whispered, giving him a ghostly hug.
"Goodbye, [y/n]..." He whispered back.
With that the cold embrace faded away, and he was left with a few goosebumps and the adieu of his girlfriend echoing in his head.