End
After a few hours, we went back inside. I
was tired and, frankly, very sad. Why? Beats me, I just was. I
ignored what Niall told me earlier and went into the bathroom.
Blood. Blood. Blood... dark... very dark...
NIALL'S POV
She's dead. She can't be dead.
She's here for me. She can't be dead. She died in my
arms. I watched her take her last breath and I closed her eyes
for her. Why didn't I check on her? If I had maybe
she'd still be here. There's no note, nothing. She was
so happy just moments ago. Now she's gone, and I lost
another girl. I lost another girl I almost loved... maybe I did
love her.
MOTNTH'S LATER
Dear Ashley,
I didn't know you long, but I think I really did love you.
You left me on July 1st and I haven't been able to get over
it. You would've turned 18 two months ago. We would have
been dating for four months today, if you hadn't left. I
have a new girlfriend now, though. Her name is Ashton and she
looks like you. She looks a lot like you. Although, when she
cries, her eyes aren't as pretty as yours were. You were so
pretty when you cried. I wasn't ready to have to say
goodbye. It's tearing me apart... Ashton understands my
pain though, and she doesn't mind if I talk about you in
front of her. Sometimes I even talk to you in front of her. I
wonder if you hear me.. Probably not. Well, I'm sorry if
you would've wanted me to wait for you. I wanted to wait
too but the guys and Jazz wouldn't let me. I'm sure you
know I've tried to take my own life a few times. I tried
bleach, pills, rope, a jump, but nothing worked. I have cuts
all up my wrists like you did. Cuts and scars. I know why you
did it now. I like the rush of blood too. It evens everything
out. How come I won't just die, Ashley? How come Death
won't take me away like he took you? I don't want
to be here anymore. I don't sing anymore. I left One
Direction on your birthday. The day you were born dead. Maybe
that's why you took your life. You thought you were
supposed to be dead. Well you weren't. You were supposed to
be here, in my arms. Cuddling with me on the couch while we
watch boring re-runs of Friends and Full House at midnight. You
were supposed to raise my kids with me. I was supposed to look
at my daughter and see you. I was supposed to slip a pretty
ring on your little finger and ask for your hand in marriage. I
saw it all the day we met. My future flashed in front of me the
very second you walked through the door. The flash-foward never
told me you were going to die a few years too early. I miss you
baby. I miss you more than I've missed anything before.
Maybe tonights attempt to be with you will work. Maybe I'll
be able to hold you again. Maybe.
Forever and Always,
Niall James Horan
P.S. If my attempt works, please be there
for me. Hold my hand as I go. Hold my hand as I join you.
Author's Note
I literally cried writing this. I'm bawling right
now.