Italy x dead!reader - SAIHATE [The Farthest End]

   What kind of place will it be
on the other side?
When you arrive safely,
I want at least a letter

  He stood at the grassy pile of bed rock rubble, known as your grave in where your rotted body lie underground. He smiled his usual, heart melting smile that used to make your heart flutter. The bouquet in his hands was fresh with sweet dew drops dripping off the vibrant colored petals and the sharp tips of the leaves, slowly slipping off from it's hold of the plant. He looked down at the flowers,the pure drips of water reminding him of you..
Trying so hard not to lose your grasp on the world..

  The door is opening,
to you who are heading far beyond  
It will be good if this singing voice
and prayers should reach you

  He began to sing, kneeling down to the height of your tomb stone with his eyes closed to visualize the warmth of your smile that was now no longer in reach of his grasp. He leaned against the stone and rested his back against it, the bouquet slumped beside him. He brushed his hand against the dirt, the soil moist yet the flowers dead. 'What a shame' He thought to himself as he plucked a daisy from the earth.

  Like there's not a single cloud,
the extent of the fine weather of today comes out  
It's almost sad;
it's the weather for parting

  He smiled once again, closing his eyes and seeing a sepia vision in his mind. He felt your ghostly form pick the flowers up from the spot next to him and sit down in it's place, resting the colorful bouquet in your lap and rest your head on his shoulder. He opened his eyes once again, to actually see you, only to be met with no bouquet next to him. Nothing.

  An ordinary life
that seems to be attached with crimson  
It was a graceful love,
was a graceful love  
Farewell

He slumped back into his spot and closed his eyes again. That seemed to be the only time he could see you and feel your warmth again. He wished you were actually there but.. He couldn't grieve on it. Not after that text message he had gotten right after your funeral.
From your deactivated phone.

  And then someday
when we can believe
that we can meet
From this day and on,
without change we can move on

  Sure he missed you, But he knew he would come and see you at one point in time. Being young never felt so sad. He was only 16 and he had already lost his first one and only love. The one he cherished with all his heart was gone. But he wouldn't grieve over it. He knew you were some place safe. Some place better than here.

  If the door closes,
we'll get used to being apart  
The smoke of you will become the
cloud that becomes the rain

  No matter how much he would miss you he would never grieve on it. Because he knew he would be able to see you one day. Maybe possibly even tomorrow. But you wouldn't be too happy about that. You wanted him to live and grow and change like you had once thrived to accomplish only to have it end in tragedy. Even with you gone, You still believed in him and wanted to live through him.

  An ordinary life
that seems to be attached with crimson  
It was a graceful love,
was a graceful love  
Farewell

  He hugged the tombstone, not knowing that it was actually your waist. Tears spilled from his eyes as he rested his head on the soft patch of grass and flowers which was your lap. He sobbed quietly. This was probably the only time he would ever shed tears, At your gravestone.

  An ordinary life
that seems to be attached with crimson  
It was a graceful love,
was a graceful love  
Farewell

  You pet brushed the side of his face softly as he lay on your lap, asleep. You bowed your head, your _______ falling into his face and whispered into his ear:
" Live. "
You vanished, dissolving into smoky vibrant colors that matched the bouquet of flowers.

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"Live."
His heart instantly lifted as if taking flight and the world around him became bright with vibrant colors of all shades, a perfect portrait of a funeral. His eyes regained the once lost glimmer and shine that he used to have, his smile brightening and the flowers by her grave blossoming into gorgeous shades of pastels and never before seen soft watercolors. The grass growing to become a healthy shade of bright green.

  And then someday
when we can believe
that we can meet
From this day and on,
without change we can move on