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Takin this one to the grave.... (lams)

Its not cursed but it's sad. TW: suicide and self harm

Alex's POV

"Got a secret can you keep it. Swear this one you'll save. Better lock it in your pocket. Takin' this one to the grave...." I look at the open casket with my dearly loved John Laurens. He's pale and eyes closed laying there motionless. Nobody knew we were together. That was our secret.

"If I show you then I know you, won't tell what i said. Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead..." I look at John then notice his arms where they were slit. I look at him with a dead stare and sigh. 

I remember walking to the woods. I was going for a stroll since John was at "work". Then I heard crying so I ran to the voice. Then I stopped and looked  when the crying stopped.

There was John. My dear boyfriend. Laying there motionless. Blood flowing down his wrists, his grip on the knife very loose until there was no grip at all. He's pale and tear stained. I crouch down facing him and tilt his chin up. His eyes are a faded green and dead looking now. No more life. He's gone. I was too late.

I stare at the dead body. Of my love.

"Got a secret  can you keep it? Promise this one you'll save- better lock it in your pocket takin this one to the grave." I say putting a photo of John and I into his dead hands. I sigh. If only I coulda stopped this.

"Till' death do us part" I whisper to him as if he could hear me.

Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead....

~2 years later~

I hum and walk to the graveyard carrying a picture of John, my dearly departed secret, and a noose. I look forward with cold, dead eyes, walking to the tree near Johns grave.

It's filled with flowers I put everyday for him. Some of the petals dance in the wind.

"Got a secret can ya keep it promise this one you'll save." I sing quietly tying the noose to the tree and putting a box under. 

"Better lock it in your pocket..." I say standing atop the box putting my head through the loop and looking at the picture of John i'm holding... It's been 2 years- I have a wife named Eliza- but John- John was my one and only. I can't live without him. So i'll die... I sigh and nod. I wanna do this- to be with John-

"Takin' this one to the grave..." I look at the box a little nervous. Should I really be doing this? I mean I have a wife- But I mean- I don't know maybe this is a bad idea-  Then I look at John's picture and nod. I know this wasn't a mistake. It was destiny to meet John Laurens. I can't let him go anymore I can't life is no good without him. I'm so close to seeing him again. I kick the box with my shoe and gasp as the rope gives a violent jerk to my neck. Then everything goes black....

                                                       Takin' this one to the grave.....♡