|Death in the Second Person
Author: PercyJacksonTheAwesome PM
Simply just my stories "Fly," "Stone Cold," and "Insane" lumped into the same story. Possibly more to come, if I feel like it!Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,676 - Published: 08-17-12 - id: 3051299
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A/N: Well, hello there. I just wanted to let y'all know something - this story is just my stories "Fly," "Stone Cold," and "Insane" lumped into one. They're all here to keep it organized. I'll keep the individual stories up for awhile, too.
You're flying. Above the crowd, over the heads of everyone. Those girls who were mean to you should look at you now. You don't care what they think. Not anymore. You're invincible. No one can hurt you now.
You're flying past the white, fluffy clouds. You've taken a rest on them a few times. They're soft, like a baby's blanket. And within a few minutes you're off flying again. You never hunger, never thirst. This place is wonderful.
And then you see his face in the clouds. That wonderful, flawless face that you fell so hard for. It brings back lovely memories. Memories of a time where you were happy beyond belief, without a care in the world. Memories you will never let go.
You can't resist. You slowly fly downwards, towards the surface, until you can see him. You're so close you can almost touch him. But you don't. He can't see you, let alone hold you in his arms, like he used to.
The memories flood back to you. They send that warm, tingly feeling down to your toes. You remember when you felt that all the time. The good days.
You remember when you first saw him. He stunned you. But eventually, it wasn't his looks that mattered. He was amazingly funny and sweet, and friendly to everyone. You remember staring at him in English class, hoping he would notice you. You remember blushing and getting that tingly feeling whenever you saw him, and whenever he looked at you. You remember plucking up the courage to strike a conversation with him, and then becoming friends afterwards. You remember thinking about him every night, hoping he liked you back. You remember him blushing when he finally did admit to liking you, and feeling ecstatic afterwards. You remember him asking you to the formal later that year, and arriving in that simple red dress that he and everyone else adored. You remember the following summer when you thought of nothing but the new school year, when you would see him again. You remember the joy when you finally did see him, and throwing yourself into his arms in a hug, not caring what anyone else thought, just glad to be with him again. You remember when he finally asked you out, and how even though the first date was awkward, it was perfect. You remember at the movies with your friends, how he put his arm around you, and you leaned on his shoulder, and even in the dark, you could tell he was blushing. You remember a quiet night looking up at the stars, and how you felt complete bliss just being with him. You remember the first time he slid his hand into yours, and how you thought it was the most wonderful thing ever. You remember thinking how nothing could get any better.
And you remember the day it all ended. You didn't have a choice in the matter. You remember him being heartbroken and tearful when you were gone. There was nothing you could do. And he never moved on. He is swallowed up in memories. You both regret all the moments you could have had together, and you both still linger for the kiss you never had. But there's nothing you can do about it. It's too late.
You peer down at him, watching as he sighs a deep sigh. He misses you. You can see it in his beautiful blue eyes. He needs to move on, but you know he won't. He can't. He's never loved anyone as he's loved you.
You want desperately to go down there to tell him that it's alright; that he needs to move on. But you can't. It's impossible. You may be able to look down there, but you can't actually go back once you're dead.
Wiping the tears that come to your eyes, you fly upwards again. You don't want to feel any more pain. You know you need to move on. It seems impossible, but you know you can. You have faith that he will stop mourning you eventually, and there's a faint glimmer of hope that he might move on. It's enough to fuel you. You float away, leaving the Earth behind you for the last time.