R A N D O M | T E A S E R S

B A C K

I stopped, the footsteps stopped too, I knew it was a bad idea to cut across the graveyard this late, but I needed to speak to him.

I needed to cry.

I quickly turned around, hearing my heart thumping against my chest. 

Nothing. 

It's been 2 years since he died. It's been 2 years of miserable hell. 

2 Years of crying myself to sleep.

It hurt. A lot and I couldn't do anything about it. 

"My Love... I miss you." I whispered under my hoarse breath, the tears falling down my cheeks. 

I forgot about the sounds of footsteps following me as I kept my way towards his tombstone. It was the middle of the night,  maybe 3 am. I couldn't sleep after all these years. I never got over him. 

I could faintly hear the sound of a bush rustling but I ignored it.

I stopped in front of the stone and read it for the 100th time that week.

Cason Killian Gabriel 

5 -16 -3030   _  4 - 8 - 3056

Never forgotten and always loved

"Come back to me. I need you, Cas." I cried, sniffling. "I-I can't live without you... You were my best friend. My Love. I can't go on with the torture any longer." 

Every word I spoke, a new throbbing pain sparked in my pounding chest. 

I cried harder.

"Ny." A deep, raspy voice murmured from behind me. I almost couldn't hear it through my sobs.

My heart stopped and I stopped crying instantly. 

Only one person called me that.

I shook my head. I was imagining things. I was just going crazy. 

"Nyla, look at me, Baby." It was his voice again. 

I cried harder shaking my head violently. 

"No, no, no." I murmured to myself. 

"You're not here. You're not here. I'm just going crazy." I  said. 

I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate.

"Look at me, Ny. Turn around. I'm right behind you." He murmured again. 

I couldn't take it any longer.  He sounded so real. 

I turned around hesitantly and sobbed, my eyes red and puffy.

I heard the footsteps again.

And that's when I froze at what was in front of me. 

Feet. I nice pair of shoes covered them. A pair I recognized.

I slowly trailed my eyes up the muscular legs covered in fine fitting jeans.

I slowly trailed them up what I know was toned abs covered in a simple hoodie.

My favorite hoodie that went missing of his, soon after he passed.

As I kept my eyes trailing up the figure in front of me, my heart about burst out of my chest.

The tears never stopped falling.

"No, no," I mumbled and cried, backing away.

The glassy blue eyes I haven't seen in 2 years had tears in them. 

They shined in the moonlight.

"Baby," He whispered. 

I shook my head.

"Ny, I'm right here." He whispered and opened his arms. 

I sobbed harder and more uncontrollably.

I ran.

Right into his arms, wrapping myself tight around him while I sobbed into his chest.

"It's alright. It's okay." He whispered.

His arms enclosed around my shaking form. He buried his head into my hair while stroking it.

I could feel his own tears dripping onto my shoulder. 

"Y-You can't b-be.. r-real." I  balled her eyes out. 

He sniffled and pulled me from his chest, only to cup my cheeks in his hands and try to wipe away my never-ending tears.

He grabbed my hands and placed them against his cheeks. "I'm right here." He whispered. 

He moved my hands down his chest and stopped them atop of his pounding, thumping chest.

"You d-died." I murmured. I clutched to his hoodie as I buried my head back into his chest.

"No, I didn't.  Nyla, look at me. I am right here. I'm alive. I'm okay. We'll be alright." He said and cupped her cheeks in his hands. 

I cried for a while.

They weren't sad tears anymore. Quite the opposite. 

I had my Cason again.

He was back, and he wasn't leaving again.

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