~Ash's POV~
I couldn't be there anymore, watching him fight for his life. Even of they were minimal they were still bad. And all because of me. I had to leave. Then they tried calling me. Every single day. I feared he was dead so I cut it all off. No emtions means no hurt.
When I cut.
Or when I think of his face.
His lips.
His hair.
His eyes.
The shape of his hips.
I would never get to see or touch him again. Cause I knew he would never come back to me. I hurt him. I caused all of this. I will never get to seem them or touch them again.
I fell asleep thinking of him. And then I got up later then usual and dressed like I was a hobo. Cause I didn't have anyone to satisfy or be there for me.
And it was the same every day for weeks. I never heard about a funeral for him. I tried to not think about it. It was almost prom. I had the suit I was going to wear with him in my closet. His as at his old place. It was his now. After his dad left he took ownership.
He hurts to think about.
I miss him.
I really want to kiss him again.
Maybe when I pass on and see him I will.
I head to the school and it's a usual day.
And it repeats for weeks.
Until the day before prom.
I heard his name all over school, but nothing else.
And I cried.
I sobbed in the locker room. The white noise of the showers in the back. Then someone rustling around and leaving. I continued until the bell rang. and the day went on as normal.
And when I got home I cried more. And I fell asleep again.
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I know it's short but I am working in a loner one I promise!!!
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Togetherness
Ficción GeneralHeh its gay and it's my own. Story. No ships no nothing, these characters are both mine.