Dean and Isla found themselves alone. It had been a long and grueling hunt, one that left them both on edge yet exhilarated. The adrenaline of the hunt still pulsed through their veins as they returned to their room, a charge that was impossible to...
INSANITY ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ( - season four; chapter six ) "SHAKE A LEG" AC/DC
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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the rows of gravestones in the quiet cemetery. Isla stood before a simple marker, her heart heavy with the weight of memories and loss. The grave belonged to her dear friend, Liam, who had bravely faced the world alongside her. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees, and the distant chirping of birds created a gentle backdrop to the solemn moment.
In her hands, Isla held a bouquet of wildflowers—a colorful offering to the one who had brought light into her life. She knelt beside the grave, her fingers brushing over the cool surface of the marker.
"Hey, Liam," she began, her voice soft and laced with emotion. "I brought you some flowers. I remember you always said life was too short not to stop and appreciate the beauty around us."
With a tender smile, she carefully arranged the flowers at the base of the marker, their vibrant petals contrasting with the muted tones of the cemetery.
"I hope you're somewhere out there, still cracking jokes and spreading your infectious laughter," Isla continued, her gaze fixed on the engraved letters that spelled out Liam's name. "You left a void that can never be filled, but your spirit lives on in the memories we shared."
Isla settled onto the grass beside the grave, her fingers tracing the patterns of the earth. She took a deep breath, as if trying to bridge the gap between the realms of the living and the departed.
"I miss your goofy comments and your unwavering optimism," she confessed, her voice trembling slightly. "Life without you has been different, quieter. But I'm grateful for every moment we had together, for the adventures and the challenges we faced side by side."
Closing her eyes, Isla let the memories flood her mind—the late-night conversations, the inside jokes, the battles they fought together. Her heart ached with the ache of a friendship cut short.
"You were more than just my partner," she murmured. "You were my confidant, my rock. You believed in me, even when I doubted myself. And I want you to know that I'll keep fighting, keep carrying on, because that's what you would want."
A tear slipped down her cheek, landing on the grass beneath her. Isla's gaze remained fixed on the marker, as if she could feel Liam's presence in the very earth beneath her.
"I hope you've found peace, Liam," she whispered, her voice a mixture of sorrow and hope. "Wherever you are, know that you're still a part of my journey. And as long as I'm here, your memory will live on."
