*Six months later*
"(Y/n), seriously. It's not even a small hill, you can't be tired already!" Kenny's eager voice hurries you as you pant, holding onto the railing of the bridge. The evening air is heavy with humidity and the yellow lights of the Eiffel Tower give a chance for people to see where they are headed even through the darkest alley of the city. Exhausted from constant walking around the city of love,you finally make it to that one place you've always dreamed of.
"Look, (Y/n)! People put locks with their names on that bridge!" Teal eyes of the eighteen-year old lad scan through numerous names with a sweet smile on his face. "Yeah, didn't you know?" You gasp out as you take out a silver lock from your pocket.
"Here, let's write our names on it---"
"No. You should write them." He insists, pressing the sharpie marker and lock into your open palms. "When we come back here again, I want to remember you and your writing."
"You make it sound as if I was leaving."
"Not my intention." He rises his hands up, chuckling. "I like your writing better than mine anyways."
Tracing the letters of '(Y/n) and Kenny' onto the shiny surface as neatly as you could muster out, you allow your loved one to lock the possession neatly by the spot directly overlooking the river Seine. As your hand intertwines with Kenny's, he steals a glance on the key.
"Do I keep it?" He asks, twirling the key around his fingertips.
"No, throw it into the river." And he does, after the two of you take the last glance at it with loving eyes. Before you know it, you feel strange tingling on your hand. As you reach out to scratch it, you realize there's nothing to scratch. Your eyes fall onto your hand in panic as you see sky blue dust. The dust is spreading onto your form, giving off even a brighter light, catching Kenny's attention, whose eyes widen in just as much shock and fear.
"(Y-Y/n)!" He grabs and holds what still remains out of your form, and as you end up in your ghost form eventually, his arms drop back in defeat. He doesn't look at you, as if the ground below him is suddenly too interesting. You feel your form being gently pulled upwards, and now you know exactly what it is.
"Kenny...look at me, please." His glassy eyes shift to your sky blue ones and you send him a sad smile. "I'm passing away, Kenny."
"I won't see you?" He chokes out, tears stinging his eyes madly.
"No, you won't..." You place your dust-hand onto his trembling one, "I love you, Kenny. The times I spent with you were the best of my life, if you could call it that." You laugh sadly. "You need to do what I asked of you, remember? I have expectations...go get a job, will you? And finally find someone better than Bebe."
He smiles slightly at that and starts coughing out angry, teary sighs. "I already found that person, better than anyone. You."
"Then you should get children and tell them about me for bedtime stories." As your feet are practically dragging you upwards now, you reach out your hand and your fingertip grazes Kenny's raised hand before you let the force take you in, leaving Kenny standing on the bridge, alone.
He stares at the particular spot you've just been in for what seems like eternity before shifting his empty eyes to that silver lock, stuck onto the railing forever. He gives the lock a small peck before he gets up, and makes his way back to the hotel in the dark of light. When he does turn around, he gazes onto the bridge for the one last time, and smiles.
"I love you too, (Y/n)... I won't fail you."
She knew she was blessed with one more chance for a reason from the very beginning. To see life, and see what she never gave herself to experience. But now she went through it all - happiness, friendship, love, it always waited for her. But maybe this was meant to be - she needed to be ignorant to get that chance and truly appreciate life and the gifts it yields, if only you give it time to unravel all these things for you. And when she was taken in for final rest, she felt joy, knew that what she's done wasn't the answer, yet gained her chance to re-live what she missed before.
And he realized it too, after some time had passed. He knew he had a duty to fill out, and he never gave up. There was no reason to; opportunities await him, and he must be patient to receive them. He's well aware he can't escape from his problems, and getting that chance of revelation was the greatest gift he's been given thus far. So he continues in his search of happiness, fulfilling her wishes with determination.
And you; if life isn't being merciful with you and you feel like there is no remedy for you, you must believe there is. So fulfill her wishes also - be patient and await the opportunities of happiness from life. Toughen up and take in every challenge to saturate your skin and soul - become the soldier of great heart and loving soul. There is so many things you could do, and I hope I gave you a small look-out of what they could be. But if you strip yourself from a chance to realize that you have opportunities, I hope this journey with Kenny made you realize you just need to wait a bit for your own time to shine your sky blue light - your Bleu Celeste.