Don't Let Me Sink // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 1

*Daya's POV*

Light rain sizzled away against the hot pavement and Calum scoffed.

"This is so fucking cliche. Why couldn't it be on a sunny day?"

"Because rain equals sadness. She probably wants us to be sad," I nudge him to be more quiet.

The five of us, the boys and I, sat first row at her funeral. The sun was out, but so was the rain. Luke held an umbrella over the two of us, while the others held their own. She always wanted a funeral outside. I miss her so damn much.

Calum growled and the pastor went on. The girl's family sat all the way in the back and really anyone who knew her did too. It was sad that her family and her had left on a bad note. That's pretty horrible if you think about it.

I looked over at Luke and studied him. He sat tall and looked straight ahead. Luke had his arm around my shoulders comfortingly and held no emotion on his face. He looked as if nothing had happened in the past weeks.

"Now, we will have Ms. Sanders read something for the dear Mio."

I cringed when he said her name. None of us have said it since the hospital room. I sped to the podium, which was under a small tent, and I breathed in slightly. I looked up at the morning sky and smiled lightly, the rain was finally leaving.

"She was my sister, my best friend. She never wanted to leave me in this hell hole, but God wanted her to go. He took her from me, from Cal," My voice began breaking, "The last week of us all being together we knocked stuff off her bucket list.

"First, we went on a road trip with family and friends. Family being Calum and I. Next, we went to Las Vegas to marry them. To be honest, they're relationship goals. I envied them happily and I just was so happy that she was happy.

"They were so cute! Lastly," I left out the do the do part, her family thought she was an innocent rebel anyways, "We went to Alaska to see the Northern Lights. That was probably the best night of her life. We came home and symptoms began to hit her roughly.

"So, that's when she passed. I'm not sure what I'll do with out her. Maybe I'll go into the army or roam the streets. I don't know. She's my guide and I was hers," I sniffled, I needed to stay strong for her.

"Mr. Hood, would you like to say something?" The pastor smiled at my friend.

He groaned, getting up, as if he was an old man and he trudged to the podium. He looked so affected by her death; I wonder how I looked.

"M-She was the greatest thing to ever happen to me. Probably greater than 5 Seconds of Summer of ever getting together. My fans are probably pissed that I said that. I'm pretty sure they're gonna be angry or sad that I married her. But no one understands how special she was to me.

"Sure we met back a couple of months ago and fell into lust as they say, but I'm pretty sure if scientists studied our relationship it was pure love. When she left, my world crashed. To be honest, it's still crashing. I don't know how anyone can put up with me anymore.

"I'm not sure if our next album will be good. Maybe I'll just leave the band," Calum swallowed.

A gasp went over the first row. He couldn't be serious!

"I know she wouldn't want this, but I need time to pick myself back up. I don't even know what I'm saying right now. That's how bad I miss her."

The boy walked back to his seat and the pastor began talking once more. I looked at Calum. He was slumped over and was breathing heavily. I then glanced at the crowd behind us. They were either crying or blank with emotion.

"Now, Mr. Hemmings shall read our dearest's will."

My eyes shot straight to Luke. When did she write a will?

"First of all, I would like to say that she was a wonderful person. She made Calum happier than he could ever be. She was one of my best friends," Lucas cleared his throat, "Dear fam-she uses slang a lot in this, by the way- I never told anyone, except Luke, that I was writing this death thing.

"Day, you can have everything. Even my egg chair! Calum, I want you to take the rest of my money and go on a trip somewhere. Go somewhere to heal yourself. For me. Treat yo self!

"Daya, don't stay here. Leave. Go somewhere new. I don't care where, just heal yourself, okay? Take Luke with you if you want, too.

"Michael and Ashton, we bonded as much as we could. We weren't like besties or anything, but I still love y'all!You guys can take my moves, music, records, video games, and coupons. Day, probs won't use them. It's the least I could do for my home skillet biscuits.

"Last, but not least, Lukey. I'm gonna need you to take care of Daya for me. Help her and Calum. Help yourself, too. Just remember the last thing I said to you, alright? Peace out, bitches!"

Tears brimmed my eyes, but I blinked them away. I had to stop myself from crying fifty times today! Luke sat next to me again and I patted Cal's bobbing leg.

"Now, let's all bow our head in prayer," the pastor nodded.

She wasn't one for religious stuff, but I guess she's still trying to get into heaven.

After prayer, the boys and I accepted everyone's apologies and soon left to prepare for the burning tonight.

•••

It was only the five of us at the place of burning. We were still outside and sat on the pavement in front of the stack of wood. The professionals placed her unseen body onto a plank and put her over the wood. They then ignited her and all my tears came busting out.

"She's gone," I blurted.

"Her ashes will always be with us, I promise," Luke whispered in my ear gently.

"Promise?"

He nods and kisses my temple.

What did she say to him?