Chapter 13: The After Math.
She looks down at the gravestone. A perfectly soft gray one. It was surrounded by flowers, with some who knew him very well, and some who hardly knew him at all.
She could feel the tears flowing from her hazel eyes as she looked down at it. Collapsing as the world couldn't hold her up anymore. She meant what she said. She needed him. And without him she was nothing. It's been three years and she still hasn't recovered. She expected everyone to be mad. To scream at her. But they didn't. They all loved him to and they didn't want him to get hurt. They didn't want him to be anything other then what he was. And neither did she.
That's why she didn't turn him. That's why she tried every spell to heal him along with her Grandma and his. That's why she laid with him until he took his last dieing breath. That was why Layton didn't bother her, and why his Grandmother always smiled at her.
Because she wasn't selfish. She let him die. She let him find peace.
"Some times I wish he was back too." Ethan once told her.
"Yeah?" She said.
"Alright everyday. But he really loved you."
It wasn't the right thing to say. She kissed him goodbye, and he told her he loved her. She said it back but couldn't stop the tears from flowing. She remembered how his last movement was a kiss to her lips.
She meant what she said. Without him she was nothing….