As I walk back into the bathroom just a few hours after my boyfriend killed himself, I notice a photo album and a note on the counter. I grab them both, and as soon as I see the cover of the photo album, I burst into tears. Harry made this..... My little cupcake..... I open it and it's all pictures of him, from when he was first born till the last day he was alive.
"Hazza......" I sob, sliding down the wall.
I look at the note next. It says, "AJ, I know how much you love me, and how much I love you, but I can't go on. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to join the black parade. And I know how much you'll cry..... I don't want this for you, I don't. Just do me a favor: please forget I ever existed. Don't speak my name, burn all those pictures of me. I don't deserve to be remembered for centuries. I'm sorry, but I'm just worthless. The last few months of my life, I lied to you. My depression wasn't cured and we all knew it. I think you were too scared to say something. Just remember, those 2 years of dating you when I was even remotely happy were the best years of my life. Please just remember that I lived. Maybe one day I'll be beside you again. Just keep counting stars, seeing if I'm watching you. I love you. Xoxo Harry (your little cupcake)"
"Harry, I'm not burning these. I love you, and you should be saying 'remember me for centuries' not the opposite. You were so sweet. I'm never going to forget you. If you burn, I burn with you." I say to 'Harry'. I miss him already.
"Though you're dead and gone, believe me, your memory will carry on," I say, reminding me of MCR, who broke up in 2013.
That only makes me more upset.
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FanfictionI'm just going to write part of the story because I'm terrible at descriptions. "See, Harry," I say, showing him a beautiful picture of the city, "these are reasons to live." "Looks like a perfect place to die to me," Harry says. "Harry, just liste...
