39. I have them with me every day

When we came to the car, I thought we were going to her place, but Willow had a different idea. She wanted me to take me somewhere. I asked her where, yet she didn't reply. First, we went to the restaurant.

Willow said we needed to bring some food along with us and her mother was kind enough to make a couple of sandwiches for us to bring. Now we are back on the road again, and I have no clue where we are going. The only thing I know is that we are leaving town.

"Did you text your mom as I asked you to?" Willow wonder.

"What?" I say, as I was a bit lost in my thoughts.

"Did you text your mom?" She asks again, giving me a short glance.

"No, I will do it now," I tell her and pick up my phone. Telling my mom that I am on a trip with Willow and talk to her once I get home. Willow has forced me to tell my mother what is going on. We argued for a little while, but I gave in to her stubbornness.

"Where are we going?" I ask again.

"You will see," She smiles lightly as she steals my hand into hers. Her gesture made me smile.

"How far is it?" I wonder.

"Around an hour, it's not too far. I used to go every Sunday, but then I became busy because of the restaurant and well you happened," She says and kisses my hand. How can she be so sweet to me? As much as I feel down, it's nice of her to take me away from everything. It feels nice with a change.

"Okay," I answer, staring out as the rain is hitting the window. Cars passing are splashing water onto the side of Willow's car. It's peaceful and relaxing with Willow at my side. I can't believe she left work to come to me at school. It warms that she left everything only to come and see if I was okay. This woman has stolen my heart, along with every piece of me. I think maybe I have fallen in love with her.

"Harley?" I open my heavy eyes, sensing that the car has stopped.

"Hi," A pair of green eyes smile at me.

"Hi," I say back as I stretch out in my seat and then pull myself up.

"Are we here?" I ask as I stare out the window, confused with what I am looking at.

"Yeah, there is someone I would like you to meet," She says, opening her door, and I do the same as I stare around the empty parking lot through the gate of a graveyard. I have a hunch about who I am going to meet.

"Come on," Willow takes my hand into hers, and I follow after her through the gates and into the graveyard. There are so many tombstones placed on the ground. All of them with names of people that might have lived a great life, perhaps a few of them a terrible one.

There are a lot of flowers and candles lying in front of them. It's nice people care enough to come to visit.  We come to a stop with a stone with Haven's name on it. Her birthday is in a couple of months, the fifteenth of April.

"Are you okay?" I ask Willow as the grip on my hand tightened.

"Yeah, I'm okay," She smiles at me, but with a hint of sadness in her eyes. Not as much as I expected there to be, though.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I wonder, but she only stares down at the stone.

"She had light brown hair the same as you," She smiles, still gazing down.

"But she had brown eyes that could warm up a room. She was charming, all over the place. People always seemed to like her, while I was more of an introvert. As kids, she pulled me everywhere along with her; we were inseparable," She pauses for a moment with a grin.

"I think I fell in love first; I'm not sure. All I know is that I was so madly in love with her, and I couldn't make myself say it. But then one night, we were lying in her bed, watching movies all day. We were so close to each other when we locked eyes. She was the one who took the initiative, leaning closer and kissed me," Now Willow turns to me as if she woke up.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't,"

"No, don't stop," I smile at her as I want to listen to the story. She shouldn't think that it's uncomfortable for me to hear it because it's not. I want her to talk about it.

"She kissed me, and we both realized we had feelings for each other. Haven was my everything, my rock, and the one I relied on," Willow takes a deep breath.

" And she was very bold when we both had turned eighteen she decided that we had to get married. Like no matter what, we had to do it. I thought she was crazy, but I already knew that from before, which was one of the reasons I loved her so much. She kept me on my toes," Willow's chuckle makes me smile. The look on her face is astonishing.

"So we got married, our parents didn't know. My mother wasn't all too happy, but Haven's parents had a worse reaction. But it went over quickly. Things were so great," Her whole face turned now as a tear slide down her cheek. I let go of her hand to lay my arm around her back to keep her close.

"I haven't told you this, but," She looks down and searches through her pocket.

"I have them with me every day," Will says with two wedding rings in her hand.

"I feel bad that I do because of you. I shouldn't have them, but I'm scared if I put them aside, I will forget," She says and look me in the eyes.

"You shouldn't feel bad, Will. I think you should keep them," I smile at her as I place my hand onto her cheek.

"Have them with you wherever you go if that makes you feel better," I tell her because I don't want her to be sad. I'm not going to be mad at her for missing her wife. She loved her and lost her tragically. I can't ever place myself in her shoes.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you feel less than her,"

"Willow, I do not feel less. When you speak of her, I feel like you let me in. I want to know more about her, more about you. When you are sharing these stories, it makes me feel closer to you," I smile, and she nods lightly.

"Thank you for bringing me here with you," I tell her and look down at the stone with Haven's name on it.

"Do you have any idea how amazing you are?" Her question took me by surprise, my mouth is moving, but no words are coming out. I don't know how to respond to that, and she starts to smile at my reaction.

"Harley, calm down," She chuckles, and I close my mouth with a frown.

"But you are, you are patient, caring, and you don't mind at all that I was with someone who meant the whole world to me, and you are still here," She says, sounding as if I am crazy.

"And you have made me feel something I haven't felt in a while," Will pauses as if what she said was a crime. I stare at her for a while, waiting on what she is going to say.

"It makes me feel a bit guilty, but I love the way you make me feel. I'm happy with you, and you have this way of always making me smile with your clumsiness at work," I roll my eyes at her words because it's embarrassing.

"It's cute, and I tried; I honestly tried not to like you,"

"Oh, I know," I chuckle, remembering how she avoided me all the time.

"I'm sorry, but no matter how much I stayed away, I only wanted to be with you more. It was painful when I made you feel the way you did. But I'm a mess, Harley, and I will probably remain one for the rest of my life. So I thought it was better for you not to get involved with me," She gazed down at the grass.

"I like you the way you are, and I will be here as long as you let me," I assure Willow because there is nothing else I want then to be with her.

"I dreamt about you every night for over a year; I don't think I'm supposed to let you go that easily," I say, and she smiles brightly at me.

"I dreamt about you too, every night. You were standing there motionless, and no matter how many times I dreamed about it, I was never able to kiss you. It's was annoying and confusing," She explains the same frustration I had every night.

"Yeah, you never kissed me, which I found quite rude if I am honest," I tell her, and she smiles at my foolishness.

"For a year, I waited, and it was awful," I keep ongoing.

"I'm sorry," She says, leaning in to place a kiss on my forehead.

"I will make it up to you; I kiss you every day from now on," She tells me.

"I would love that," I grin as she takes my hand into hers.

"Then, I will. Let's go," She says.