There had been many nights where you’d watched the sun rise and many nights where you’d watched it fall. You had spent some of those nights with your boyfriend and then-husband, Jack, sitting right beside you. His arms would be delicately wrapped around your waist and your head would be rested against his bony shoulder. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing physically but you felt safe in his arms, it was nice.
Jack was in a band, he was often away on tour. You still spoke to him and saw him, just not as often as you once did. You would watch the sun rise on your own, Jack would be on the other end of the phone taking to you about the show he just played.
The day that Jack asked you to marry him was beyond perfect. He had asked you to come on that year’s Warped Tour. You accepted, being happy that you would be able to spend more time with him. On one particular day, the last Warped venue, you watched from the side of the stage as the rest of the band cleared the stage, leaving Jack standing there by himself. There was a shy expression placed across his features, Jack was never shy. He handed his guitar to the guitar tech and then walked up to the centre of the stage where Alex had been standing.
Jack got down on one knee and simply asked ‘Y/N, will you marry me?’ You loved Jack; you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, so of course you said yes. Jack ran off to side stage, wrapping his arms around you before spinning you around. Jack leaned in and brushed his nose against yours, slowly leaning in and kissing your lips. You could hear the sound of thousands of fans making noise but you didn’t care, your whole world just stopped for a minute; you were going to marry Jack, the man of your dreams.
The wedding was perfect. Everyone was there, your parents were so happy, you were so happy. Jack was officially your husband, the two of you felt invincible. Everything was going right for you, nothing could make this day bad for you.
On your one year anniversary Jack took the two of you out to get matching tattoos on your wedding fingers. ‘Until my dying day,’ was inked on your skin, ‘I will love you, my dear’ was inked against the skin of the guitarists.
The two of you grew old. You watched the sides of his eyes crinkle when he laughed; soon the crinkles grew against every spot of skin on his body. You didn’t mind, after all the same was happening to you. Jack was still the sweetheart that you fell in love with all those years ago.
Even as Jack and the band were entering old age, they were still touring, still making albums. Even though they weren’t as lively as they once were, it never stopped fans from loving them.
That brought you to today, your sixteen year anniversary. You wore a black dress, you weren’t smiling. You watched Alex, Zack and Rian walk through the gates of the graveyard, soon followed by a casket not too far behind them. The boys arms were linked, their faces were drained and pale. Each one was wearing a black suit; it’d been a while since you’d seen them all wearing suits.
A week ago Jack had had a heart attack. The band had just come back from their last tour for the year, it was early October and they wanted to be home for Halloween, and Jack was just beginning to settle back in at home. You were sitting on the couch with him by your side. The two of you owned a cat, she was curled up in Jack’s lap, making small noises as it slept.
Jack began to complain of chest pains. You told him that the two of you should leave for a hospital but Jack ignored it, taking some pain killers and then coming back into the living room to continue watching Edward Scissorhands with you.
His complaints got worse so you did the only thing that you could think of; you called an ambulance. They told you what to do until you got there but as each second passed, Jack was closer to death.
Jack’s skin had turned into a sickly white colour, his grip on your hand slowly started to weaken. Right as you heard the ambulance arrive his hand fell limp. His chest wasn’t rising, he wasn’t complaining about how much it hurt, he wasn’t telling you how much he loved you, he wasn’t watching the sun with you.
It was at that moment that you realized that he was gone. Tomorrow morning you wouldn’t wake up to find Jack next to you, you wouldn’t wake up to find twenty missed calls, he wasn’t going to be there for you.
You walked up to the casket that had now been opened. Inside was your husband. Jack looked peaceful, there was that same happy grin on his face, the one that he always had. You knew that he hadn’t died like that, they’d made his face look like that.
A few tears slipped down from your cheek, falling onto your dress and probably smearing your make up. You went to wipe your eye, catching a glimpse at your ring finger. Until my dying day, I will love you, my dear.