Forget Me Not
  Epilogue

*One year later*

Her lips were warm and smooth, and Oliver looked down at the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen after he pulled out of the kiss.
Randi smiled elusively. The gem in the necklace Oliver had given her seemed to pulse at her throat. He reached out to hug her, but she stepped backwards. He frowned as she turned.
“Randi!” he called as she started turning the other way. “Randi, wait!”
She turned and threw a smile back over her shoulder, but continued to lope gracefully away. Oliver tried to catch her, but it was too much effort to put on foot in front of the other. He wasn’t getting anywhere, and Randi was getting farther and farther away.
Oliver awoke with a start. He could almost smell Randi’s strawberry shampoo. As the dream faded away, sadness grasped his heart. He forced himself out of bed and took a quick shower before getting the flowers he’d gotten the night before and heading out to his car.
The drive to the cemetery was short, and Oliver made it often. Today he’d gotten up early to go before school.
He went to the grave and sat down cross-legged in front of it. He stared at the years.
“You were too young,” he murmured and reached forward to touch the cold, hard stone where her name was carved, wishing it was Randi’s soft face instead.
His arm had healed quickly, and he was back in peak physical condition. Emotionally, though, he was still a wreck. Some days, he would be okay. Then others, it would all hit him with such force that he could barely move with the pain. On days like that, he was amazed he even managed to get out of bed, let alone go to school. It was if when Randi lost her life, he lost his as well. The only difference was that his heart was still beating, and hers was lifeless, lying beneath the ground he was sitting on.
“I should’ve died, not you,” he whispered. He did that often when he came to visit the grave. He always talked to her, and he still told her everything that went on in his life. Today, though, he was silent except for a few brief sentences.
Finally, the words he was able to choke out the words he came to say.
“Happy birthday, beautiful.”
He rubbed at his eyes hard, and forced the tears back, and then he continued.
“You would’ve been seventeen today. You’ll always be sixteen in my memory though. You’re forever sixteen, and I have to go on living like a zombie.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I don’t mean to complain.”
He was silent again until he got up to leave. Before he did, he laid the blue forget-me-nots on the grave.
“I won’t,” he whispered, and he walked away.
 Author's Note: I know it took me awhile, and I'm sorry.
I hope you like it, though, even though it's sad.
To answer a question that a few of you asked me on my last chapter:
Yes, I do plan on writing another story, but I don't know when because I currently have writer's block and absolutely no new ideas.
Thanks for reading my story. I really appreciate the support. (: