Inspired by: Miss You by Milady666 on deviantart
She could remember it as if it was just yesterday. All the sounds of cars, the bluer than blue sky, the gorgeous color of blue that the shirt he wore was, the slight breeze in the air that rustled his jet black hair…the same hair that she was dying to just reach out and touch to see if it was as soft as it looked.
And yet, sitting there on the ground in the dress she'd just worn to his funeral…the picture looked so fake. It looked photoshopped or something like that…as if it wasn't real. None of it had ever been real, had it? That's the way it felt now that he was gone. All he was now was a memory that she was desperately trying to cling onto.
The glass building was shaped oddly, that was for sure, but it was so cool! She was so glad that Tadashi had suggested that they go out for a walk. She giggled to herself when she thought about it, butterflies filling her stomach. Tadashi had stumbled over his words even more than usual when he asked her, even though he tried to lean against the wall in a "casual" manner.
She brushed her hair out of her face, getting ready to take a picture of the building, when she noticed that she'd accidentally smudged her glasses. She sighed, taking her glasses in her hand and trying to clean them with her breath and the edge of her yellow dress. She held them up to the sky, smiling when they now looked almost crystal clear.
"May I?" Tadashi asked, hand held outward, silently asking for her glasses.
She blushed. "Um, you might get a headache, but if you want…" she handed him the glasses, watching his expression as he put them on.
"Woah! How can you even see without these?" he exclaimed, taking them off and looking through them at different lengths from his face.
She blushed again, stuttering, "W-Well, usually, I'll wear contacts if my eyes are feeling okay that day, or I'll just stumble around hoping I'll get wherever I'm going." She felt a little silly admitting this, knowing that the reason she sometimes didn't wear her glasses was because she thought he might like her better without them.
He laughed cheerfully. "You should wear these more often, then! Or else you might need a tour guide to help you around," he joked, making her smile brightly. "Here, let's trade-" he said, taking off his hat and putting it on her head, "-and take a picture!"
She rolled her eyes, feeling one of those rare times that she used sarcasm coming on. "Oh yes, what a wonderful time to take a picture when we're both virtually blind." Regardless, she took out her phone and got ready to take the picture. He wrapped an arm around her waist, making an uncontrollable smile come onto her face."Smile!" she said, putting up a peace sign just as he re-adjusted her glasses on his face.
Honey Lemon smiled at the picture with the sort of smile that you see in the movies…the sad, wistful, bitter-sweet kind. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as tight as she could, hoping to hold back the tears. But instead of tears, all she got were body-wracking sobs. The world felt so empty without him now…and she was left all alone, pathetically sitting on her bedroom floor and staring at her favorite picture of the two of them.