saladlove | Alright

Well this would be a shorter than average fic, and frankly, I just don't give a damn. It’s a mini fic used to get my emotions out. Also I guess a song-fic, but I don't really do that kind of thing. It’s based off the following song here. Happy Valentine’s Day kids. Or not. I really just don't care anymore.
http://youtu.be/Pet-frXJtAs Gasoline-The Silent Comedy

We walked along the beach, watching the sun set over the sea. You looked at me and you smiled. I don't know how, with the news you had received. I just felt so weak and useless and like I was only there to hurt you. But you were alright.

You took my hands and we ran circles in the sand. We laughed and we sang but we knew, this wasn't forever. I noticed that you sank deeper in the sand than I. But I payed no attention to it at the time. After all, we were alright.

We went back to your home and you gave me a bright look. I just faked my smile back. You asked me to cut your hair, I still don't know why, after all, you'd seen my hair, you knew I was terrible with it. But I did anyways, and it looked awful, but you told me it looked nice and we dyed red as fire. It looked alright.

You found me sobbing in the kitchen and you comforted me. You held me in your arms and stopped my sorrow. You pulled out your phone but grew weak, so I picked it up and held it for you. You called your mother and didn't tell her of your condition, it felt wrong, but you had always fought with her and she had shamed you. You told me she was alright.

Your hair was gone and left no traces of the once beautiful curls you had. Your father looked at you with disgust and I was enraged. But you held me back and took me home, assuring me that they weren't worth it. I cried to save you, all I was wishing to do, but you told me your life was for others to save. They were alright.

We came home from the hospital to our house brightly ablaze. I wanted to run for it, to save any little picture or memory, but I was too busy tending to you. They came and put the fire out and you told me to get what I could. I ventured through the house, finding that your closet was mostly intact, but any pictures we had were gone, lost to the crackling fire. It was alright.

You looked weak but wild. You told me to make a pile of all your remaining clothes. I was lost to the world, and I regret listening, but I did, coating them in gasoline. I lit a match and saw a big roaring fire, the most captivating one I had ever seen. You stood from your chair, the first time in months you had been on your feet. You slowly walked to me and grabbed my shoulder. “I am alright, I am I swear, I am alright, I’m doing just fine” You said to me before holding me close. You pushed me back and walked into the fire, determined to not let this sickness be the death of you. I wasn't alright.

I sat at your funeral, up front beside your family. They sneered at me and told me I had caused it. I didn't listen, just as you wanted me to. But I still couldn't bring myself to hold back. I stood as a violent fire lit in my eyes. I yelled and screamed and cried and sobbed out before someone grabbed me. They asked me if I was alright, I told them “I am alright, I am I swear, I am alright, I’m doing just fine” And left.

I miss you and I am not. Alright.