She never realized how beautiful she was.

I mean, I told her on a daily basis and she would listen.

I don't think she believed me.

I take another sip of whiskey, the amber color swirling in my glass. There's no point in anything anymore, might as well drink life away. The door of the bar is open, a cold breeze flying through the musty hotness of the barflies. I barely feel it.

She never realized how intelligent she was.

A 4.0 and valedictorian made sure that it was recognized and she smiled as she said her speech.

She never graduated college.

I hate this brand. I hate the drunks and the friends that drag me here. I need more sleep, but insomnia is a bitch. I finish and pay, the bartender taking the money with weary hands. I barely hear the idiotic jokes flying at me about my busted legs. 

She never realized how kind she was.

All of her friends would surround her and hug her and cherish her.

Her mind only said that they pitied her.

I walk out of the bar, the cool air finally getting to me, but I couldn't care less. I trudge away and walk along the sidewalk, not on it because who gives a fuck anyways? Knock me down, drivers, I don't care.

She could have achieved any dream.

Her parents supported her and promised her so much.

She felt as if she was letting everyone down.

She was so surprised when I told her three words. 

"i LOVE YOU."

She was so surprised and she told me three days before. She wasn't surprised when her friends and family left her, she was surprised that I stayed.

I chuckle to myself, people looking over thinking I'm insane. Good, then they won't go near me. I continue walking to a plot of land with an iron gate surrounding the area. It creaks as I open it. 

I love her. Well, I guess I have to put it in past tense, but it shouldn't have been that way till we were older.

I sit on the slightly damp grass. I drop my crutches down and cross my arms for warmth. MY breath comes out like a dragon's, misty and white. I read the plate in the ground:

Y/n L/n.

D/o/B 
April 27, 2018
"How terrible it is to love something that only Death can touch."

True that, Grim Reaper. Only deadly thoughts seemed to touch her even when I was near. Even when her mother was near, her father, her best friend, her moirail, her brother, her sister.

We couldn't help her no matter how much we loved her.

How much we love her.

I keep my eyes open as the night continues on. The Earth continues spinning, making the stars shift, the moon shift, and the day come soaring over.

"Tavros!" I heard someone call. Probably one of my friends. I ignore them.

A soft hand goes onto my shoulder and I stare at the plate in the ground, memorizing every inch and crack and shine. They try to tug me up to go home. I wave them off.

They continue. I flip them off. They walk away.

I want more time.

I want so much more time with her.

With Y/n, who I will always love.