She couldnāt. Coral simply couldnāt cope with the fact Dylan and Zane were gone.Ā Gone. TheyĀ was gone and there was no way to get themm back. Now now, not tomorrow, not ever. There was nothing she could do about it. All because of a fire. A fire that happened in their house. It could of been different. She could of stayed home with them, and maybe all three of them, Dylan, Zane and Coral would be dead or alive, but thatās not how it ended up. Now itās just Coral. Her husband wasnāt there with her, and neither was her son. Two people who had owned her heart and were one of the true reasons why she smiled on a daily basis. Now it was a reason for her to want to curl up into a ball and cry for hours and hours on end. They had been buried right next to eachother. Now sat Coral, in between the two graves. On the left her husbandās and on the right her sonās. The two most important people ever, gone forever. āYou knowā¦ā She spoke softly, wiping her own tears as she glanced back in forth. Dylan to Zane, Zane to Dylan. They wereĀ gone.Ā "I love you two. Bothā¦ So much. More than words can even explain. I Ā Ā Ā I canāt comprehend it. You know, uh, Dylan, when we went on that little movie date during Sophomore year, I never thought itād turn to be thisā¦ Having a son and thenā¦ Getting married. Youāre the only person in the world I could ever care about. I love you. I love you both. At first I was terrified to be a mom, but, god. Iām so glad that I am. I hope I was a good one, I hope I stillĀ amĀ a good one. I love you unconditionally. Both of you.ā
This wasnāt happening. It couldnāt be happening. Reese was too stubborn. Throughout his whole life it was hard to convince him of even the simplest things, he had always been so stubborn. But this. This was different. This was so different. He had to believe this, but he just couldnāt. He read the tombstone over and over again, containing her birthdate, when she died, her name, and some bullshit that she was loved. It wasnāt bullshit, trust me. As the fact that that was engraved on every tombstone, this was real. It was all too real. She was definitely loved, by Reese. Especially by Reese. His love for her was unconditional, something you couldnāt even argue. The boy was madly in love with the girl, head over heels. Now she was ripped away from him, and it felt like a stab in the gut. This wasnāt happening. āThis.. No. It sucks. It fucking sucks!ā He shouted out loud, knowing he would be the only one who heard. The teenager had been sat next to her grave, his eyes welling, tears daring to escape his eyes. āYou canāt be gone. Come on, Pay. This isnāt happening. Pinch me. Please. Come on, Starshine. Pleaseā¦ā He begged, his hands cupped around his face. That was when the realization hit him. Payton was gone. No more best friend, no more lover. Nobody he could love or sit out on their ledge with, nobody that he cared about so much. She was gone.Ā
