~10 months later~

Third Person POV

"Six months" He whispered

"It's been six months since we lost you" He said; quiet, in a hushed tone, like she wasn't dead, just sleeping silently under six feet of dirt, he sounded like we was scared to wake her; though he knew even a marching band couldn't wake her from her dark slumber, nothing could.

"It seems like just yesterday I had you in my arms, laughing. It wasn't easy, it still isn't. You fought like a soldier, you really did" His voice shook; as did his body, he dropped to his knees, he placed his hands on the headstone; silently tracing the words engraved into the slab of stone

"I don't know why this ended so early, so much sooner than it should have, then it could have, I miss you like hell, the sounds of your laughter; your smile, I miss everything about you, the way your cheeks rose when you knew you were right; how your eyes lit up with joy when you were told something that made you happy, I miss everything down to the way you let your hair fall in your face when you were angry, or how you bit the inside of your bottom lip when you were trying to let me know that I was aggravating you, everything that made you, you. I miss it all, knowing that I'll never get to hear your voice when you just wake up, it…it hurts, I know this isn't your fault, but I find myself yelling at you in the morning, maybe it's you; or maybe it's God, I never understood how you could have total faith in him after everything, after you were diagnosed, after you were told that no matter what, your life would end, I don't get it; I'm trying to understand, I go to church every Sunday, I'm learning more and more of the world you were in." He wiped a couple tears from his face and sat down in the snow, his cheeks grew red so he drew them into his jacket and stared toward the sky with a smile, as if she were sitting on cloud only light-years apart from him

"We all miss you, Sadie still cries every once in a while, she's usually alright, but sometimes when I pick her up from Luke's, I'll find her crying on her bed, not wanting to go to school, its hard on her, but she deals with it quite fine, I don't know if you still want me in her life; I know very well that I want to be in hers, I need to, I plan on having her move in when she's 16, I wish I could have her come in now, but that would be too hard on her, she's use to him now, but still, sometimes she'll beg me to let me live with her, she's smart for a six year old. Oh and did I tell you? For her birthday she wanted to come visit you, she had the day all planned out, she wanted to make her cake then come all the way here to blow out the candles, I told her it was a sweet idea but not to get her hopes up, because like I knew he would, Luke shot down the idea, said it was morbid; that even you would be sick to the idea of Sadie spending her birthday here, so instead he took her to the park and then to dinner, he tried to get her dressed up; said he wanted her to remember her birthday as something happy and fun, but she cried while on the way to dinner, refused to leave the car when he got there, I held her while she cried, she told me how she was angry that it was too late, that Luke spent HER day doing things she didn't want to do, and the clock had ticked to 9pm and the cemetery would be closing now, she was devastated that she couldn't visit you, I forced Luke to let me take her out for the rest of the night, I bought her a cupcake and a candle and we stood outside the gate and sang happy birthday, did you hear us? I'm sorry I'm ranting, I'll make this quicker next time, I promise. I miss you, I know this wasn't your choice, and I know even if you were here, you wouldn't be in my arms, but Luke's arms is better than" His voice choked up with tears before he could finish his sentence, tears streamed down his face and fell unto the pure white snow

"Sadie wanted to bring this to you, but before we left she decided that she wanted me to give it to you; silly girl, she always knows what to say to break my heart, actually it was Luke's idea, he's a smart lad when he wants to be, I know as much as he didn't want you to have it, he didn't want it either, he didn't want the memory, in case you don't know what it is already, which I'm pretty sure you do, it's our scrapbook, pictures of our high school years together; the ones before Sadie, I debated on keeping it, but I know that it won't help this process, the process of moving on, I know it's healthy for me to be dating, but when? Is ten months not too soon? I feel like it would be cheating on you. I know if you can hear me, you're probably shaking your head, laughing at me, I bet if you were here right now; you would hit me in the back of my head and tell me to grow up, get a girlfriend and move on, I'm trying, I promise I will" The man laughed and stood up; leaning on the headstone for support as he used the back of his hand to wipe the remaining tears, he placed the scrapbook next to the grave and smiled at the picture staring back at him

"I don't think of this as forgetting you, just placing you into a special part of my head, my memory"

And with that Jack walked away from the cemetery, whether he would come back wasn't definite, because he had to move on, so he walked away, he stepped one foot out of the gate; turning back one last time; he wasn't sure if this was the right choice, he still missed every bit of her, and he wasn't quite sure if he was ready to do this, as he was still deciding what to do; a howl of wind pushed him forward, as if it were her telling him to move on, and he did.

Only did he turn around to look at the cemetery once he was in the car, and he swore he caught a glimpse of the blonde haired girl named Kim.

~end of book~

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xoxo -dayle

Okay, NOW it's over, due to the glorious Rachowls, I have been asked to finish the book; though you probably wanted more than one chapter I am sorry, but I feel like this will do some justice. If y'all have any questions, or if you would like me to summarize what happened in those months that's cool, tbh I have nothing to do with my life so if you would enjoy it I will gladly, thanks for the PM Rachael (sorry If I spelled it wrong) I enjoyed writing it, and I am so so so thankful, for you enjoying the story; it brings tears to my eyes knowing that someone actually found joy in something that I made, alright well its best if I go. Bye.

(FYI my pen name is Bea Winter, my real name is Dayle, which is why it says what it says above)

Love you all

~dayle