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You Said Forever

So Long, Dads

*1 week later, Savannah's Funeral*
Jaime's POV~

I clung to Vic as I watched the casket of my beautiful daughter and best friend was lowered into the six-foot-deep hole where she'd rest forever. Though I could barely see through my tears, I looked around at the sadly small, black-donned crowd. I saw Tony standing in the back, her former best friend, Anna, standing awkwardly a few feet away from him. Both were crying and the girl was clutching a crumpled piece of aged paper. I saw many non-existent school friends of hers, solemn and emotionless. I saw everyone but the only family she had left, her birth father. I know that he'd been given permission to attend the funeral with a police escort, but he wasn't there. Both Alex and Jack were standing towards the front row, police on either side of them. Alex was sobbing uncontrollably into his hands and Jack looked as if he wasn't even there. I turned back to look one last time at her cherry-wood casket. They began to throw the dirt, I was first.
"I love you baby girl, I'll miss you," I whispered, as I gently tossed the small handful of dirt into the hole in the ground. A hole of the same size was left in my heart, only nothing could fill that one. I returned slowly to my place on the front row, and awaited Vic's comforting embrace. I watched as he sucked up his tears and tossed the dirt with the same care that I had. He started to come back my way, but something caught his attention towards the back of the line and he went in that direction instead. I watched him walk up to Anna and she handed him the paper she'd held earlier. He nodded, they hugged, and then he came back to me. "She said to read this when we're alone," he mumbled, and handed me the note. I stuck it in my jacket pocket and grabbed his hand, then we walked together back to his car.
The ride home was in deafening silence. I practically jumped out of the car to escape the memories I was hearing. From the time we took her to get her belongings from her dad's house, to when we were taking her to the hospital after Mike's stunt, the first time, to the last, that car was screaming with memories of our departed daughter.


*2 weeks later*
Vic's POV~

It'd been nearly three weeks since I'd heard the sweet sound of Savannah's voice. Knowing that I'd never hear her annoyed "But Daaaaaaaads," ever again really stung. With the short time that Jaime and I had been able to call ourselves her dads, we had grown extremely attached to her. The whole band and everyone else on that tour with us had. And now she'd been ripped away from us. At least we'd been given the privilege of knowing and loving her, and I couldn't be more grateful for the time that we were granted. Even two weeks after the funeral, Jaime and I had not been able to bring ourselves to read the note that Anna had handed me. That ends now, we need to know what it says.
"Jaime, we have to read it sooner or later. Let's get it over with," I said, rubbing his arm in sad love. He sighed deeply and nodded. "Okay," he replied softly, taking the note from it's place under Savannah's old jewelry box. With shaking hands, Jaime carefully unfolded the note, causing another, slightly smaller piece of paper to fall out. Upon reading both, my eyes grew wet with tears and Jaime buried his face in my chest, unable to look any longer. I took the notes from him and folded them back up exactly the way they were, before returning them to the hiding place from which we'd retrieved the illusion of a single piece of paper. I gently embraced Jaime, allowing both of us to melt into a puddle of tears together. "I love you," he sobbed into my chest, but I know that this time, the words were not meant for me.

The Note;

Dear Anna,
I know my time is coming soon. I don't know how I know, but with the recent events I know that I'm the next to go. I'm making the most of the rest of my life with my dads and Alex. I love all of them and I don't want them to worry so I'm only telling you. However, when my time comes, please give this note to Vic at my funeral and tell him to give it to Jaime and read it only when they're alone. Thank you and don't miss me too much. Love you Anna, we had a fun 11 years being best friends.

Smaller paper;

Dear dads,
If you're reading this, I was right. I didn't want to alarm either of you, but I had a nightmare last night in which I was physically crushed, and I watched the two of you reading a note on two papers and crying after a funeral which appeared to be my own. This is that note, I suppose. The one that makes both of the strongest men I know crumble, and I hate that the hand that wrote it was mine. I just wanted to thank both of you for rescuing me, and showing me what it felt like to have parents. I regret that I had such a short time with you, and that I won't be there to comfort you when you read this. I love both of you and have since the day I first discovered your band. You saved me before you met me, and then again when you met me and I hope that by the time you read this, I've found a way to repay you. It will be my goal until the day I part you, to show you two and Alex how much I love all of you. Don't be too sad, I'm still with you. I am watching and sending my love from wherever the hell I end up after I leave. Now, I have one final request. Please, never give up on each other. Never give up period. I know you might miss me now, but when the time, be it near or far, of your natural death occurs, I will be waiting for you with open arms, ready to welcome the men that showed me what being a family really was. Never give up, never forget that. I love both of you so much.
À la prochaine,
Savannah

Notes

I cried writing this, but I guess the few readers I actually have deserved an ending as beautiful as a beginning. The secret, my dear friends, that I waited until the end of the story to reveal, is one that you didn't know was hidden. My name. My name is Savannah A. Harrold. The story utilized my name to bring tragedy to the innocent minds of the readers. I hope that you enjoyed the sweet, torturous ending of You Said Forever and it's prequel, and I leave you with the knowledge that forever only means forever at the time that it is mentioned.

Also, the bolded part of the salutation was intentional. Instead of saying au revoir, or goodbye, she signed the note with the French salutation 'À la prochaine', which literally translated means 'until next time'. The end is not a finality. You're welcome :3

(I love all of you<3 I really hope you liked my story and I will be starting a new one soon if you are interested C: I am open to any questions that you may have about the ending of this fic, as well as suggestions/criticism for my next one. THank you for reading!)

À la prochaine,
~Savannah~

Comments

@PierceTheVannaaa
I updated :)

PoshKiwi21 PoshKiwi21
11/5/14

@PoshKiwi21
girl don't you worry about it, I'm glad you are okay!and You're most definitely not a bitch! ily bbg please don't try again love <3 the story can always wait!

Hey I love you and this story :) I'm sorry for being a bitch and not updating but I was in the hospital for a suicide attempt, I will be updating soon I promise.

PoshKiwi21 PoshKiwi21
11/3/14

Omg please don't die Mike

Fucking hate Mike goddammit!!

PoshKiwi21 PoshKiwi21
8/25/14