What would’ve happened if Liam hadn’t have died? If his face hadn’t gone pale in your ice-cold hands. If the light hadn’t left the oceans of his blue eyes. The crinkle smile lines around his eyes and mouth that would’ve never turn up again.

You could remember it clear as day, Violet was stood, shouting for Tairn or Xaden, but you’d been frozen. Holding your boyfriend. It sounds so insignificant doesn’t it? Your partner. Your lover. Your soulmate. Your everything.

No more days where you’d spend the evenings being twirled around in a summer dress in knee-high grass fields, and the sun warming everything more. His carefree laugh between passionate kisses in the river, when you’d went in for a ‘paddle’ but you both ending up fully submerged, making out.

He wouldn’t gaze adoringly at your curls as they formed and dried, and neither of you would dream of forever together.

He was your world, your everything, your person. So now you simply.. exist. Go to class. Ride your dragon, Astellos, who tries his best to comfort you.

Your bed is always cold. The shower is too big. Your hair doesn’t feel pretty anymore. You haven’t smiled in what feels like forever. Your heart is just pumping blood around your body, not beating, not truly living.

And then began your hallucinations. You could hear him, like you could hear your dragon. And it was now your birthday and you.. he was there. Liam. Your Liam. Your love. Lover. Tears instantly clouded your vision as you stood, and you would’ve fell to the floor if he hadn’t caught you. He caught you. He was.. real.

“W-How?” Your voice was shaky as you cup his cheeks and stroke his face. His beautiful face.

“Malek took pity on us I suppose. One day you could hear me and now.. you can see and feel me. It’s only you though.”

He paused and his eyes softened. “Happy birthday my love.”