I will always love you (English)

I love you and I will always love you-One-shot

"I wish it was a lie, I wish it was a dream"

~💐~ Hello my name is Derick I'm a typical teenage boy, I'm 19 and I work as a cashier at a grocery store, Black hair, brown eyes, glasses and cell phone addict is there anything more normal than this? Like I said, i'm pretty common, and one more thing. I don't understand how this story can be about me... I'm not special. This story should be about Luke, he is special! Shiny blond hair, eyes as blue as the sea, can dress well, knows how to play the violin and the harp is smart and is studying medicine! he should be the protagonist! not me....well enough about me, let's start this story~💐~~🍁~-DERICK! - shouted a blond boy running across the slippery floor of the market where his friend works.-What happened Luke?-said said the boy in a tired and disinterested way-Oh, it's nothing.. I just wanted to see you and give you this letter...! - he said giving a hug to his friend who didn't react, the boy let go of the hug and asked his friend when he should open it, and he just replied "You'll know" in the moment he said that sentence Derick remembered that his boss wouldn't like to see him "chatting" instead of working and asked Luke to leave because he was busy and would see him later today at the park

A few days later...

Derick was at home thinking about the letter and how that sentence didn't make sense...how would he know when to open the letter and why was Luke acting so strange, did his smiles seem... fake? But that made no sense! Luke was the happiest person in the world he always smiled

or that's what i thought

Luke was happy, he was perfect! he was handsome, rich and had a "perfect" family

Lie

4th of July (beginning of the song)

It was a normal day like all the others, the only strange thing was that Luke hadn't shown up at the place  that he and his friend had planned, it was strange because he never missed it, he loved going out with Derick and begged him to go out with him, again tired of waiting he went home as if nothing had happened, he just didn't know that this was the day that I would get the worst news of his life....Luke had committed suicide, he had killed himself in his room while his parents were at a party (music starts here)

"Evil has spread like a fever It was night when you died, my firefly"

Derick's point of view

I

 wish it was a lie, it could only be a dream, I burst into tears without saying a word to the person on the other side of the phone. That was the worst night of my life... I cried myself to sleep just wanting to see his smile when I wake up... a real one this time...

"What could I have said to raise you from the dead?oh, could i be the sky on the 4th of july?"

The other day I woke up and unfortunately it wasn't a dream Luke was dead.

It's my fault

We're all gonna die someday, right? So why do I blame myself because of it? Is it because I didn't realize what he was going through? Or was it because I couldn't help him? well i don't know i just know i don't have the head to go to my work today i'll just stay home.

When I lay on my bed I started to cry remembering what we spent together, I closed my eyes trying not to think about him, until I felt warmth beside me and I heard a whisper "My little hawk, why do you cry?" I got up  because only Luke called me those nicknames, which I always thought it was ridiculous, when I got up I didn't see anything...I must be sleepy, I lay down on the bed and went back to trying to sleep getting it this time because that comforting warmth appeared again

"Well you do enough talkMy little hawk, why do you cry?Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?Or the Fourth of July?We're all gonna die."

I was sitting on the bed still not believing what had just happened, my best friend was dead...was it all a disguise? Did his smiles serve to disguise his pain? Why didn't you ever tell me, why didn't you ask me to help you, was it all a well-planned lie? like in high school? when all we talked about was fiction, now i'm lost, you were my support, my reason to continue everyday in this hell and now you're gone.

"Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head Was it all a disguise, like Junior HighWhere everything was fiction, future, and predictionNow where am I? My fading supply"

there I was, again thinking about him... why? I don't know,why can't i get over it? that warm ligth appeared again, I must be crazy. That's it! I must be hallucinating!

"Did you get enough love, my little dove Why do you cry?"

he..., no..., the light... always said good things to me, until one day

"And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the bestThough it never felt rightMy little Versailles"

.....Luke...

1 day later

there I was looking at Luke's body on that hospital bed, yeah,he was uncovered only in a hospital gown, before i entered that room the doctors asked if the body should be covered before i saw him i just said no i wanted to see his face one last time before he leaves me, in his face there was a calmest little smile, as if he was happy with what happened, it's a little funny  the thought of wrapping you in rags, don't you agree? my dragonfly

"The hospital asked should the body be cast Before I say goodbye, my star in the skySuch a funny thought to wrap you up in clothDo you find it all right, my dragonfly"

1 day later

there I was... at home again, thinking about him again, missing my work again, just like every day since he left, I suddenly remembered the letter he had given me, yes I hadn't read it yet, maybe...out of fear? well I don't know but i think now is the right time for me to read it.I started to read the letter, afraid of what I would find in it.

"Shall we look at the moon, my little loonWhy do you cry?Make the most of your life, while it is rifeWhile it is lightWell you do enough talkMy little hawk, why do you cry?Tell me what did you learn from our friendship?Or the Fourth of July?We're all gonna die."

When I finished reading it  I started crying I loved him... .more than a friend and apparently he felt the same... i wish i had told you before....

I love you too and I will always love you

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

-Robert Frost