Bleeding-Delilah (sequel to cutting the feelings away when you can't)

Ch.19 The ghost of you

Delilah's p.o.v
I was finally back from tour and me and Andy had gotten close, we were still working on the song. I opened the mailbox and it had letters an letters. I look at the dates and there was one for each day until it just stopped. I read the letters one stood out the most.

Dear Delilah,
My love, your are my sweet little killjoy and I don't know what I would do with out you. but today I have a bad feeling, like something bad will happen. I love you, I feel like I have to say it so many times in this letter. but I want to make a point, you are my Juliet to my Romeo, my meet sause to my spaghetti, my eve to my Adam and the cords to my guitar, I love you. you mean the world to me and I don't want to break our promise. I hope you can forgive me if I do so.
It's you.
For as long as I could remember. all of the others have just been a failed attempt at perfecting the art.
It's you.
-Jason

That was the last letter he sent to me. I hold the letter close to my chest and as close as I could to get it next to my heart. when everyone was off doing something I was framing the letters and later a nock on the door was herd. I answer it and the were two tall men in black suits with red ties and had a flag in there hand.
"Delilah Way?" The one on the left asked.
"That's me." I said preparing for the worst.
"Jason died, were very sorry for your loss." they said handing me the flag I hold it and look back up at the two men.
"Isn't this suppose to go to his father?" I asked with a tear coming down my cheek.
"He put you down instead." the one on the right said.
"Thank you." I said closing the door. I turn around and fall to the ground sobbing. my Romeo was gone,my Adam, my spaghetti, and my guitar all gone. I cry and cry into the flag. after four hours of doing this someone comes home, I look up and it was Patrick. he was rubbing my back asking what was wrong. I didn't answer. he took the flag and set it on the counter.
"J-j-Jason d-d-died!" I screamed out in a sob he pulled me into a hug, after a while if being in the hug I push away and lock myself in my room with black veil brides songs on LOUD. I sit there re-reading the letters he sent. it felt like forever since I saw his face. I looked threw my phone and saw a picture we took of me kissing his cheek while he was smiling. I turn down the music and creep out of the too to the kitchen to get the flag. every one was in there rooms sleeping since it was one in the morning. I got the flag and tried creeping back to my room but Ronni found me.
"Dee." she said holding into my shoulder.
"Yeah." I said.
"He died didn't he?" She asked turning me around pulling me into a hug.
"Yeah." I said crying into her shoulder.
"It's okay, your fine. he joined the black parade. he's better off there." she said, I pull away and creep into my daddy's room and I tapped his shoulder. he turned over and saw my red eyes and face.
"Baby girl," he said sitting up looking at the flag in my arms.
"He-he d-d-died. and we don't know anything about Mikey. it can't be real." I said looking in his eyes.
"Baby girl, he said hugging me, "what do you wanna do?"
"Can I sleep I your bed tonight? I don't wanna be alone." I said into his shoulder.
"Of corse." he said, I climbed into bed and I faced away from him.
"Do you want me to sing?" He asked.
"Please and thank you." I said turning over to be face to face with him.

"Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away, but tonight you look so pretty.
Yes you do." he sang eventually I trailed off into sleep snuggling up with my daddy. I woke up with the flag on the dresser. I got up and went into the kitchen and looked at the coffee machine. just thinking.
Do I have to tell his dad? Oh my gosh, I hope not. I look at my phone and saw no notifications or any thing. I texted Andy.

Hey Andy, can we hang out today? It's important.
~Delilah
Yeah, what's wrong?
~Andy
I'll tell you later
~Delilah
Okay.
~Andy

I made some coffee and got changed into some skinny jeans and a black veil brides tee-shirt. I put my now jet black hair into a pony tail and I put on some converse and left. I went to a Starbucks where me and Andy were meeting. he walked over to me with his coffee.
"Hey, what's up?" He asked looking worried into my eyes, "have you been crying?"
"Yeah, Jason died. I got the flag yesterday and he sent me all these letters and the last one he sent he said he had a bad feeling and he said all these cute things and- I said but was cut off by Andy.
"I'm so sorry, Delilah! You'll be fine." he said pulling my into a hug stroking my hair shushing me I cried into his shoulder and hugged him back.
"Your the best, Andy. you really are." I said pulling away to sip my coffee.
"Your the best too," he said smiling, I smilie back,
"Wanna work on the song?"
"Yeah, my studio or yours?"
"Mine."
We walked to his studio and went into a recording booth, where we both focus the best.