Without delay, Kyle and I arrive on the outskirts of the graveyard. The car's hum is silenced along with the murmur of the radio, which leaves an eerie silence that gives me chills. I turn towards Kyle to see him pocketing the keys before I look out the window.

The sight of the garden lights shining up in the trees creeps me out. I suppose this would be pretty when the trees are bloom with leaves and small flowers, but with the turn of the season and the leaves now falling from its branches. . . I feel as if we're about to walk into a horror movie.

I want to go home and hide under my blanket, but I force myself out of the car and down the broken coble pathway that leads into the cemetery.

I've never been a fan of these places, but who really is? A place that remind you of the inevitable, the things you simply can't out run. . . Dying scares me, it completely scares the crap out of me.

Kyle trails behind me with a silly half grin on his face. I don't know how he can smile like this, I feel as if my happy self was left at the broken iron gate. I don't know how you can walk through the threshold with anything but sadness.

"Why are you grinning like a cat?" I call over my shoulder, a puzzled expression playing on my face.

Kyle starts jogging to close the short distance between us. As he falls in line with me, he slings his arm over my shoulder and tugs my body closer to his side. Without hesitation, I wrap my arm around his waist for warmth and comfort.

"Ava baby, do you think there are ghosts roaming around?" he whispers into my ear, a teasing tone evident in his deep voice.

"Ew, no, please don't say that." I elbow Kyle in the stomach, which earns me a playful glare. The thought of encountering a ghosts makes me shiver. I cross my arms over my chest and burrow under my jacket for extra warmth. Kyle is ridiculous, but now I'm scared.

We walk further down the pathway, but not too far from the main entrance. Kyle keeps his arm wrapped around my shoulders until we stop in front of his gravestone.

It's just like every other stone – simple but with an engraving marking it. It's funny how people live such extraordinary lives and have so many of these amazing tales to tell, yet their life is marked with nothing but a few sentences everyone else uses. . . Loved by many, will be missed. . .

Those words were right, but it didn't make his memory live on, it wasn't a permanent reminder of anything but death. When we find our inevitable death inside a coffin, his legacy will die, just as everyone before us did. Not everyone is remembered, just as not everyone is forgotten.

I sit in front of the stone and run my finger over the engraving. The stone feels cold under my finger, but the writing feels someone comforting to read.

"How are you feeling now?" he asks.

Kyle takes a seat behind me and places his hands on my hips.

"Better, actually." I grab at some of the long grass nest beside the stone and pull it out. I throw it away and dust the sand off my hands. Now that the gravestone isn't overgrown from lack up upkeep, I can relax.

"Are you going to talk to Logan now?" questions Kyle, curiosity plaguing his voice.

"Maybe I just wanna sit with me." I look over my shoulder and smile.

"If that's what you want to do, fine." He casually shrugs his shoulders. "As long as you're happy, Ava. I don't mind what we do, what happens."

Shuffling back, I rest my body against Kyle's chest. He wraps is arms around my body and snuggles his face close to mine.

"I wish he was still here, Kyle." I sniffle to stop myself from crying. Kyle squeezes his arms around me and snuggles in closer.

"I know, Ava baby," he whispers. His voice is soft, delicate and enticing. It brings back reminders of when Kyle was there for me after the accident. I wonder how many times I've wished for him to come back, just for Kyle to say those same words.

I regret so many things still and deep down, a part of me still wishes I could still change things.

"Do you have any regrets?" I ask.

Kyle pauses for a second, so out of curiosity, I look over my shoulder to study his face. I see the thoughtful look consume is features as his brown eyes stare into mine. Instead of pressuring him for an answer, I settle down and wait.

"Honestly?" he asks.

"Yes, honestly." I nod my head.

"I regret not taking some advice that I was given," he answers.

"And that was?"

"To go after the things we love." Kyle's gaze drops to the ground, which breaks our moment. I know I shouldn't keep questioning, but that's never stopped me from going after answers I'm curious to know about.

"How come you didn't go after it?"

"Never the right moment turned into never." He half shrugs.

"You could still go after it, Kyle. Take that moment in your hands and run," I say with a poke to his shoulder. If anything, we should take this time to realise that we don't have forever, and we shouldn't give up on the things we love the most.

"Some moments don't last forever, Ava." A small smile consumes his face, which makes the hope inside of me sink once again. You really couldn't be happy in a cemetery.

With Kyle's word lingering in the air, I know that I needed to tell him soon. We didn't have forever on this world, and I didn't have forever with this baby growing inside me. Eventually, this moment would catch up with me and I wanted to be the one in control. I want to learn from my past mistakes. The longer you keep a secret, the more it hurts.

I rest against Kyle's chest again and snuggle in. I wrap his arms around waist and rest his hand on my stomach.

"Kyle, I want to tell you my secret now," I whisper.

"If you want, Ava," he says. Despite the cool in his voice, I know he's excited to learn what I've been hiding from him. Nerves bubble up inside me, forcing me to keep quiet and protect myself, but I know I must do this, I need too.

"I'm pregnant, Kyle." He goes to jerk back, but I hold onto his hands so that his arms stay wrapped around me. I don't want him to move, just so that I can stay safe inside his arms for a little bit.

"Really?" he asks.

"Yes, are you mad at me?" I let go of his arms and expect him to pull away from me. Instead, he keeps them wrapped around me.

"No."

"Really?" It's hard to believe he's not angry with me, I thought he'd be furious with Blake and I. In fact, this is rather too easy if you ask me.

"I want to be mad, but not at you," replies Kyle.

"Mad at Blake?" I ask.

"Yes." I feel his head nod as it brushes against my ear.

"It's not all his fault, though." I shuffle out of his grip so that I can turn around and face him. Kyle grabs my face and draws me closer to his. I see his brown eyes gazing into mine as he tries to search my soul.

"I know, but I can't be mad with you, Ava. I could never be mad at you." I see the sincerity in his eyes, the soft, gentle acceptance.

"I'm sorry, Kyle."

"Why are you always saying sorry to me?" He lightly laughs.

"For hurting you. I always feel like I'm hurting you," I confess.

"You don't hurt me, Ava." Despite those words said to comfort me, I can tell I hurt him from the emotion swirling in his brown eyes. I don't think that he's mad, something else, perhaps disappointment?

"How can you say that?" I'm pretty sure I saw him rubbing his stomach when I elbowed him on the walk here.

"Because I chose the people who can hurt me, and it's not you." I wish I had the strength to love someone so unconditionally that they'd never hurt me by whatever they did. But the fact is, I don't think I ever could.

Words are words, and I could control that, but I couldn't control the people around me.

"Have you told anyone else?"

"Just Tori and Blake."

"Why Tori?"

"Uh, Tori was the person who first thought I was pregnant. She helped me test and get my head around it all." Admitting Tori helped me through this to Kyle makes it sound twice as strange as it did before.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you when you first found out, Ava. But I promise from now on, I will be there for you." Kyle leans in and kisses the top of my forehead.

"The important thing is that you are now." I smile.

Shortly after our talk, Kyle and I decide to leave the cemetery. I say my goodbyes to Logan and promise to return before heading off. Kyle wraps his arm around my waist once more and we venture out of the creepy place and back to the safety of his car.

Kyle drives me back to my parents' house and we go inside. I expect Kyle to leave me at the door, but he wanders inside.

I hear the television running, so I assume my parents are already occupied with something else. I don't want to bother them, so we go upstairs to my bedroom. I flop onto my bed and curl up with my pillow.

"Do you want to keep talking?" asks Kyle.

"I uh, I don't know." I frown. "Maybe?"

Kyle takes my maybe as a yes. He lays down beside me and wraps one arm over my waist. His hand slips under my shirt and brushes his fingers over my stomach.

"What's it like to be pregnant?" he asks. "Weird cravings yet? I feel like you'll be the kind to eat pickles and some kind of weird dip."

"I hate pickles." The thought of eating pickles sends off a feeling of disgust inside me.

"Are you happy with Blake?" His question throws me off guard, so it delays my response time.

"Yes, he makes me very happy," I say.

"Good, now we should get some sleep." Just like old times, he wraps his arms around me and I drift to sleep with the sound of his heavy breathing behind me and the thought of those disgusting pickles.

What is something you regret or a piece of advice you wish you'd taken?