Second Chance

Finally

        After the funeral ended, Maddie and I went straight back home. Spending the night in the same house, in the same room, is still like a fantasy to me. Waking up to her bedhead is still the best thing that I can ask for. Staring at her peaceful face that I missed, she finally opens her eyes.  I have something special planned, but I don't know if this is the best time to do it. She looks so gorgeous despite the fact that her accustomed happiness is leaning toward the opposite. Until now I had no idea how much she actually loved him. All of this can't be easy on her. Everything is just happening so fast. 

"Good morning." I say.

"Well hello there," she replies kissing me briefly. 

"How did you sleep? You were tossing and turning a lot."

"I was dreaming about Damian. Sorry that's probably not the best thing to say after sleeping with you." 

"Maddie, we had the funeral yesterday. It's okay. Do you really think I'm going to be a total jackass and slap you or something just because you had a dream about him? Please, it's okay." 

She smiled, wrapping her arms around my neck scooching closer to me. "Thank you. I really do love you, you know." 

        "I love you too," I reply. We begin to kiss again and it's so astonishing. I try to run my fingers through her tangled hair and she presses her body against mine. Maddie smells faintly of her vanilla perfume entertwined with freshly picked strawberries leftover from yesterday's service. Although her lips are chapped from the harsh weather they feel ever so smooth. Dark lengthy lashes tickle my cheek until she suddenly pulls away almost with a look of grim on her face. 

"What's wrong?" I ask. 

"Liam, there's something I want to do." 

"Well, what's that?" 

"I want to visit my grave," she replied.

 "Maddie, I'm not sure that's such a good idea." 

"Just trust me, okay?" 

"Yeah, okay. When do you want to go?" 

"I'd rather just do it now." 

"Okay, let's go." 

        So, we pulled some clothes together, and got dressed and ate our pancakes in silence. Afterwards we got into the car, and drove off to see the depressing gray slab known as her tomb stone. The ride was silent the entire way to the cemetery. Why would she want to see her tombstone? Honestly I thought she was going to try to move on with her life. Ever since she was resurrected I thought she would have wanted to go on with her life, and forget about the past. Maybe this is one of her ways of moving on? God only knows what's ahead. 

        Gradually, my foot releases the brake as we pull up to our destination. We make eye contact, and get out of the car in sync. When we get around the car, we lace our hands together, hers so soft and gentle, and walk to the place that started it all. The place that led me back to her. 

"Thank you for doing this," she faintly whispered. The wind began to blow and I put her hair that I missed so much, behind her ear. No amount of clichés can describe how much I love her eyes. The emerald green like a form of nostalgia, contrasting with the alpine snow color of her skin, creating the most unique aspect that you will ever know. Of course, value is subjective. 

"Believe me, it's nothing." 

        This whole thing happened within an interesting six months. I am never going to forget those six months, nor do I want too. No one knows what is going to happen next. But, I am hoping for a normal life, one that Maddie should have gotten a long time ago. One that we all deserve. What else is there to ask for?