Third Person

Death wasn't kind.

Imogen knew that. It snatched where it could, taking people who were far too young, far too good. Many said that when you die, you would meet the Grim-Reaper holding a scythe. Others claimed you would travel to Heaven or Hell. Some say you turned into a ghost, haunting or watching over people.

However, for Imogen, neither of those options appeared to her. She never saw the pearly white gates to Heaven and never walked down the burning steps that led to hell. Instead, she was stuck in a black, endless void. There was no emotion, no heavyweight upon her shoulders, just the feeling of floating, of being a part of the stars in the sky.

Imogen awoke in another world, a world of suffering. The ceremony was being held this morning and Imogen struggled to sleep. Imogen spent most of her morning sitting and staring outside her window for hours. Her face sunken and haunted, her mind cold and barren.

Soon enough a knock landed on her door, revealing it to be Frankie and telling her to start getting ready. After her shower, the black silk fabric slipped onto her shoulders, peppering her body with soft, sensual kisses. The dress took the form of her hips, making it seem like Imogen had an hourglass figure.

Imogen sat in front of her mirror, reaching for her brush and sprinkle pink powder on her hollow cheeks. Just attempting to put makeup on made her exhausted, but she fought through it. After forming a cat-eye, she added mascara for the finishing touches.

As Imogen tied her hair into a low ponytail, her eyes kept drifting to the pictures that surrounded her mirror. Photos of Dany, Darius, and Lucas hung around the corner of the mirror. Everyone was smiling, cuddling together. Everything seemed so perfect. Imogen snatched the picture of her mother, yanking it apart and chunking it to the ground.

Rebel fixed his collared sleeve as he leaned against his sister's open bedroom door. He softly knocked on the door, interrupting Imogen in the middle of putting her earring on. "I'm almost ready," Imogen mumbled, struggling to attach the jewel on.

Traveling through the door, Rebel sighed at the sight of his sister. "Take your time," Rebel assured, gently rubbing her shoulders. His sister was heartbroken in losing the several precious people in her life. Can't even think about how knowing our mother was Taisla is making her feel. Years I spent searching for her. To only have her try to end our family for selfish reasons.

Imogen exhaled, finally getting the other earring through her earlobe. The tears brimmed her eyes the longer she stared at those pictures. "Robert wanted me to give you this," Rebel murmured, opening his hand to reveal a silver chain bracelet stuffed in a small white rectangular box.

Imogen pressed her lips together, reaching for the petite box. She latched onto the note which read, "Dany picked it out for your birthday." Wow. Imogen's birthday wasn't for months, but that didn't stop Dany from being ready. Imogen swallowed the tears threatening to drip down.

Turning out of the room, Rebel hesitated, causing him to swing back around facing Imogen again. "Imi, I'm so sorry," he uttered. "I'm so sorry that you've lost so many people."

A small smile tugged at her lips, fighting back the tears that wanted to pour out like a river. "I still have you," she whimpered. Rebel reached out and hugged her tightly, his arms as shields of love, a hug so warm.

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Drew stumbled across the hall, his hand holding most of his weight on the wall. His mind felt like he was in a daze. Drew's eyes were blinded by flashing colors, causing the migraine to strike. His vision was becoming blurry, failing to notice a faint figure in front of him.

"Drew," She faintly spoke almost inaudible to the ear.

"Who are you?" Drew muttered.

"Who do you think silly," Imogen teased, jokingly ruffling his hair. "I need help tightening my dress. Do you think you can help?" Imogen licked her lips, gently biting her bottom lip.

The room had switched from the dimly lighted hallway to bright white blinding room. Imogen's smile brightened the room even further, causing Drew's hands to get clammy. Imogen sat down on a chair, anticipating Drew's help.

Slowly, Drew wandered into the room, making his way towards her. Rubbing his sweaty hands together. He reached behind her, his hand reaching over to shift her freshly dyed blonde highlighted hair to her left shoulder, revealing her bare shoulders. Drew's heart was beating so hard, he was afraid his chest would burst.

After getting up, Imogen fell into his chest, closing her eyes while snuggling closer to his neck. Drew's hand glided down her bare shoulder, causing goosebumps to occur.

"Will you miss me while I travel the world?" Imogen whispered, having Drew's eyes drifted down towards her plump lips.

"Of course, I will," Drew answered, feeling his body crave her touch once she leaned off of him.

"Then I hope to come back as soon as possible. Without you there, I fear I'll be rather lonely," Imogen said, connecting her hands with his.

"I would think Lucas should be enough company for you," Drew said, gliding his finger down her collarbone.

Imogen turned around, wrapping her hands around his neck. "Is it so wrong to want you instead?" Imogen whispered, her eyes boring into his emerald ones. Drew's hand tenderly rubbed her cheek and slowly leaned in.

"Drew! Drew!"

A sudden burst of shaking emerged, causing Drew to drift back into the dim hallway.

"Drew! Are you alright?"

Drew's eyes wandered the room. He soon realized his arms were smothering in a curly brown-haired girl. Instantly, his arms opened, releasing the girl from his grip.

"I'm fine," Drew answered.

"You were mumbling random words. I was starting to get worried," Frankie said, patting his back.

"Don't waste your time, worrying. I'm peachy," Drew replied, gesturing an okay symbol with his fingers.

"If you say so!" Frankie giggled, "We're leaving in five!"

Drew shook his head, feeling the prickling sweat traveling to the wall. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. Using it to wipe away the sweat that kept producing. Suddenly, a coughing frenzy began causing a glob of blood to fell into his hand. Drew rushed to the bathroom, to get rid of evidence that smeared his hand.

When Drew exited the bathroom, his eyes wandered towards the girl coming down the hall.

"Imogen," Drew murmured, his eyes softened, noticing Imi was neglecting his gaze.

"What do you want?" Imogen sighed, abruptly stopping in the hallway.

Drew shoulders slumped, his eyebrows cresting together. "I want to apologize." He confessed.

Imogen scoffed, "Drew."

Imogen tried walking away, but Drew held her back.

"Please!" Drew pleaded, "Imi, destroying the elixir. . . It was wrong."

"Yes, you were," Imogen answered, nodding her head.

"And I know, I don't deserve your forgiveness, but," Drew paused, "I need it," he whispered. If my body continues to deteriorate, then I need to make this right before it's too late. Drew swallowed the lump stuck in his throat.

"And I need some time," Imogen muttered, her tips tighten. "Maybe a lot of time."

Drew nodded, his forehead forming wrinkles. "True. . .Take all the time you need," Drew formed a closed lip smile.

Imogen puckered her lips, gazing towards his smug face and turning away. She continued down the hallway, expecting the others to be waiting in the cars.

He couldn't really expect me to forgive him just like that? If it wasn't for Lorenzo, I would be dead and it's because of Drew that I would be dead. Call me selfish, but I deserve to be upset.

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Rows of tombstones stood erected in silence to the left and right, in front and behind, like the sea of the dead. Some were crumbled with the weathering of centuries, some were polished marble with new black writing and laid with floral tributes. Most, though, were overgrown and unkempt, for now even their mourners had joined them under the clay soil.

Gravel paths weaved through the maze of graves, allowing passers-by to pay their respects to the people lined up in the earth's embrace. Everyone waited upon the hill where the fresh graves had been dug awaiting its new occupant. Rebel followed behind Imogen, placing his hand behind her back as she ascended up the hill.

Upon the hill awaited the tombstones reading Daenerys Turner and Darius Diaz. Imogen moved forward, proceeding closer to Dany's tombstone. Imogen was carrying a small tissue wrapped bunch of red roses and one of little white chrysanthemums. She bent down, placing a red flower in front of the gravestone.

Then carefully placing the other next to Darius's tombstone.

How could a place be so full and empty at the same time? How am I supposed to go on without having you here?

Imogen's eyes wandered around the grey stone, feeling the tears crinkling in her eyes. Her lip quivered as the tears dropped down, staining her cheeks. Her upper body and shoulders wracked with every sob that forced their way out, chest rising and falling unevenly as she gasped for air and squeezed her eyes shut. Once Imogen's eyes fluttered open and clashed with Drew's gaze. His eyes softened, showcasing the puffy redness around them.

Robert managed to stare at the tombstone for a minute before the pain became apparent again. The beads of water started falling down after another, without a sign of stopping. He turned away, his hand reaching up to wipe away the stained tears. Randomly, a hand was placed on Robert's shoulder causing him to glance back.

Julian.

Julian stroked his shoulder while his other hand was filled with a gigantic bouquet. Julian blinked briny tears from his bloodshot eyes, his thick lashes stuck together in clumps as if he's been underwater. The tears made wet tracks down his face and dripped down his stubbled, quivering chin. It was clear that Julian hadn't gotten any sleep in the past days.

Robert's emotions turned jagged and his insides tightened. He collapsed into his embrace, gripping the depressed man. They both were the only ones who understood each other's pain. Both of them lost the most important in their lives and are now alone, struggling to hold the pieces together.

Removing himself from the hug, Robert reached up for the cherry blossom hanging from his pocket. Robert walked closer to Daenerys's tombstone, refusing to look away. His lips trembled and his shoulder heaved with emotion, unwilling to back down. His hand grasped the necklace around his neck, clutching onto Dany's ring that hung from it.

A lone tear traced down his cheek, leading to the floodgates to open. Robert wept, tears streaming from his deep brown eyes, loud, heaving sobs tearing from his throat. Slowly placing down the cherry blossom in front of his deceased wife. Imogen bent next to Robert, her mascara running from all the tears.

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"We're going to head back to the house," Rebel said, walking towards Drew.

Earlier, Drew wandered away from the group. Not wanting to partake in the funeral. The only person he cared about came back to life but currently hated him. Drew leaned by the metal gate, staring out into the sky.

The sky was a sombre grey save for the band of salmon pink that hovered over the hill. The dusty grey peaks give the bottom a jagged edge, whereas the clouds above soothe it with charcoal swirl.

"I think I'll skip the gathering," Drew answered, rubbing the silver ring that was on his middle finger.

"Drew, Imogen needs us right now. All of us," Rebel said, placing his hands into his pocket. Watching over Drew's demeanor, his shoulder slumped and bowing his head, avoiding eye contact with Rebel.

"Don't you think I know that but I have other matters to worry about at the moment," Drew replied continuingly wiggling his ring.

"Matters more important than my sister?" Rebel asked.

"Yes, actually," Drew huffed.

"Fine, but be careful. I'm not letting Imogen lose anyone else," Rebel said, starting to turn away from Drew.

"I wouldn't make any promise," Drew muttered, feeling his throat becoming itchy. He pulled out his handkerchief, releasing his coughs into it.

Instantly Reb turned right around. "What's that supposed to mean?" He questioned with an anxious tone.

Suddenly, a hacking frenzy attacked Drew, causing him to uncontrollably release coughs. Blood proceeded to leave his body, causing Rebel's eyes to go wide. "Drew, what is going on?" Rebel asked, watching as Drew wiped his blood-stained lips.

"I'm dying. Lucas thought bringing Imogen back would stop this, but I've only been getting worse. I don't know how much longer I have," Drew confessed.

Rebel placed his hand on Drew's shoulder. "We'll find something. . . A cure," Rebel whispered, looking back and making sure no one was around.

"There's nothing, Rebel," Drew expressed in a defeated tone.

Rebel turned, catching a glimpse of his younger sister. "Lorenzo managed to bring Imogen back. Maybe there's a spell for you. I'm not letting you die, Drew," Rebel said.

"You want to do something for me? Keep this a secret from Imogen. She doesn't need another grave to mourn," Drew said, grabbing Rebel's shoulder and giving it a squeeze before leaving Rebel alone.

Unable to process the idea of Drew dying, Rebel frantically rushed his fingers through his hair. Watching as one of his closest friends leaves for possibly the last time.

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