Epilogue

?'s POV

I watch as my beloved fell to the ground in tears. He sobbed and cried out my name but I, not of the living world, could no longer comfort him. My body lied but a few feet away but I knew I couldn't go back if I tried.

Sighing, I float to were Alexander was, who at the time was screaming and holding my dead body like a lifeline. (Me: Ironic, isn't it?) I get onto my knees and watch, watch as he cried for me. I never thought he would come back to hold me, or even give me a look with those wild, passionate eyes.

Smiling now, I ghost a hand over his cheek, trying to get him to notice me. His face whips around, but seeing no one, or so he thinks, his once fiery eyes begin to water. Desperate to see him happy again, I took his face in my transparent hands and kissed his lips softly. His wet eyes began to widen. He knows I am here.

"A-amy?" He calls out, desperate to be heard. I rest my hand on his face. I look behind me while Alexander is stupefied for a moment, and see a warm light, calling for me. I know it is time to go. I once again take his face in my hands and whisper one last thing before getting up and fading into the light. I was no longer meant to be on earth.

Alexander's POV

Amazed, I stare ahead of me. She was here. She stayed with me, even after death. I gently place her cold body on the floor as I stand. I will always remember her, but I must keep moving. I bend down to grab Amy's body, and begin to walk away. I get outside and begin to run. I stop at a place I know not well, but am familiar with. A graveyard. I walk around for a moment before finding a perfect spot.

I place her down, and search for a shovel. Once I do I begin to dig. After a while, I have a 6-foot hole in front of me. I place Amy's body into it gently, and cover he with dirt. I know that I should have left her to be discovered; her family would have been able to give her a nice funeral, but I just felt like I had to do it.

I take a small stone I next to me, and begin to carve her name into it. Someone will find it. As I walk away, I think of what was said to me in my ear after she had died. "Keep moving. Do it for me." I will. I promise, I will.