In the early morning she entered the same graveyard , the warm sun rays reminded her that spring is coming soon .
She reached to the wanted grave and as usual said " Hello , my angel ."
" Hello darling ." Was her angel's answer.
She put the violets on the grave as she always does and sat in her usual spot .
She closed her eyes and raised her head to face the sky and inhaled the unpolluted early morning air .
He looked at how beautiful she looked under the sun rays and smiled .
She smiled after she felt calm for a first time in a while and said " I know it's only a matter of time until mom sees the photos and the videos , and when this happens she will force me to not come here again while saying that I should stop wasting my life ."
" Cause you have to stop wasting your life , darling ." He said .
she spaced out for a while and said " Tell me do you ever look at us from up there and cry when we waste away our lives ?" she stayed calm after asking her question as she always do , maybe she is just hoping that someone will answer her .
" Yes , I cry so much . I get hurt as I see anyone of you hurt and it hurts me more that I can't help anyone of you ." He said while a tear left his eye .
" I still wish to be like you , or maybe to be gone instead of you . It hurts to stay here while you are not with us anymore ." She said looking at the nowhere.
" I'm glad that I'm the one who's gone ." He smiled faintly .
She stood up and yanked the dust away from here clothes then said " Goodbye , my angel . See you tomorrow , I think ."
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Hey, Angel!
Short StoryIn which a girl always visits the graveyard, everyday with a pack of violets . A short story inspired by hey angel by one direction . Published on the 11th anniversary of one direction .
