The Last Goodbye

Matt finds that saying goodbye to Faye is harder than it seems

 

The last goodbye

 

Today is a day that no one wished for. I looked around at all the people crowed in the church, mourning the loss of a loved one, Faye. I made my way through and tried to get to where my mom and brother where. When my mom saw me she instantly started walking towards me.

 

“Matt, honey, I’m so sorry.” She came up and gave me a motherly hug.

“I’m alright mom.” I wasn’t actually. Every night I dreamed about Faye being there next to my side. I looked up at Aaron and he gave me a sorrowful smile. I walked towards him and tried to avoid making contact with the casket behind him.

 

“I’m really sorry, Matt,” he said, also trying to avoid looking at the casket. 

“I’ll be fine,” lies, that’s all I told when people said something like that.

“No you won’t. You’re my older brother, I know you too well. You did the exact same thing with dad. Pretend that it never happened but you can’t stop forgetting it.”

“No one can forget a death, Aaron,”

 

“Yes, but most people just move one and forget it, you believe that they are still there and act like they aren’t dead, and that sends you into depression, and no one wants to see that again.” When our dad died, I kept pretending like it never happened, like he was still there; pretending that I didn’t watch his life get ripped away from him, watch Faye rip his life away. If Faye weren’t there to stitch me back up, I probably would’ve killed myself. Now there is no Faye to come and stitch me up, I’ll be broken forever.

 

I walked away from Aaron and made my way towards Ryan and Katie, who even though she hated Faye, wanted to show the little appreciation she had for her.

“Matt, I’m really sorry,” Ryan said when I got over to him.

“It’s okay Ryan, it was an accident,”

“Matt I’m sorry too,” Katie chirped in. I smiled at her and she smiled back

“I’m really sorry that I couldn’t help her” She mentioned.

“It’s alright; some wounds are just too great to heal.”

“The thing I don’t get is I could save a decapitated man, but I couldn’t save her.”

 

“I think the surgery she had a few weeks ago might have had something to do with it. Charlotte, Faye’s doctor, said that if she started to bleed through the stitches, nothing could stop it, so I think if she didn’t have that surgery she could’ve been saved, but then she wouldn’t have been able to fight ‘cause the surgery was to save her powers.” 

 

“You’re probably right.”

“I appreciate that even though you two aren’t the best of friends that you still tried to save her,”

“Anything to make you happy, and besides, if I could help it I wouldn’t let someone like her die a death like that.” I smiled at her and she turned and walked away

 

 

Everyone eventually took a seat and continued on with the funeral. I was biting my lip throughout the entire thing, trying not to cry. I finally lost it after they put Faye down in the ground. I couldn’t bear being away from her, I loved her too much. Ryan and Aaron were there holding me up and trying to cheer me up, but nothing they did would work, nothing could heal my broken heart. 

 

When I got home my house seemed emptier. I was so used to seeing Faye on the couch that when I sat down I put my arms around something that wasn’t there. I let out a loud sigh and slammed my head on the back of the couch. Something furry came and brushed against my legs. I looked down to see the tiny scrap of fur that Cinnamon was playing with my shoelace. I couldn’t look at Cinnamon for more than three seconds before I started picturing Faye coming and taking her away. 

 

 

I was lying in bed when I felt something warm brush against my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Faye sitting next to me and playing with my hair.

“It’s time to get up, Matt,” sunlight poured in the window and when it hit Faye she looked absolutely beautiful.

“I thought you were dead,”

“Matt, what are you talking about, I’m not dead,”

“But I saw Ryan kill you,”

 

“It must have been a dream sweetheart, come on I made breakfast.” I stood up out of bed and followed Faye to the door. I stopped and took her in my arms, but just as I was about to kiss her, I woke up. I was still in my bedroom, everything was dark, and no one was next to me, well, except for Cinnamon. I sat up in bed and buried my head in my hands, letting the tears fall. I noticed that I had fallen asleep with the TV on and saw that the evening news was on.

 

“Yes you heard it here, The Fantasy is dead, but why was Maverick crying over her?” the anchor said. I angrily turned off the TV. Faye had meant everything to me, she was the only one that I wanted to spend my life with, and now she’s gone. I knew that I would never forget Faye, but eventually I would have to move on, and face the facts that she’s gone forever, and I’ll never be able to hold her again. 

 

My mined raced over the past four years with her; all the memories that were too good to be true. Had Faye been just a dream, a lie that I made with my mind? I stared at the picture of us at the ballpark on the end table. I reached for it and threw it against a wall; it shattered into a million pieces, just like my heart had when Faye died. I jumped out of bed and threw open my closet door. I reached for everything that belonged to Faye, all the tank tops, shorts, skirts, dresses, and shirts, even the beautiful white dress hanging in the back I threw onto the floor in a large pile. All the shoes I added to the pile, the makeup from the bathroom, the perfume, the stuffed animals on the bed, everything, all in a pile on the floor. 

 

 

I ran downstairs into the kitchen and got a large garbage bag from underneath a counter. When I was back upstairs I threw everything that was on the floor into the garbage bag. I knew I wouldn’t be able to throw these things away, I could never throw Faye away, and I stuffed the bag into the far back of the closet and slammed the door shut.

 

 

          Life without Faye is not the same; it’s cold, lifeless, and empty. Every morning I hoped for her to be resting next to me, and every night I wished I had her warm body to wrap my arms around. Everyone was taking effect from my depression. No one was as happy as they used to be, and no one ever smiled. Faye was a large part in all of our lives, and when she died, our happiness died with her. 

 

The new Villain leader Infidelity was taking this just as hard as I was. He was cruel to all the Villains and longed for Faye to be leading them instead of him. If anyone thought that death would bring Faye and I back together again, they were wrong, Faye is burning in Hell, and I won’t be. 

 

 

 

The next morning I drove my way to the graveyard. I walked over towards where Faye lied buried. I knelt on the ground and placed a small bundle of lilies down in front of the cold stone. Lilies had been Faye’s favorite flower. I slid my hand across the engraved name on the top of the stone.

 

“Everyone in the world hated you,” I whispered “No one could really understand you,” my ands traced every letter “But that didn’t stop me from loving you. We will be together again, I promise you.” I pulled Faye’s ring out of my pocket and placed it on the ground. “I promise you this.”

Author's Note

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