Take me to Nirvana {Sam Smith}

Talking to the moon

* a week later *

Its been a week since Sam had been declared dead. I sat on his bed, in his sheets crying into them remembering all of our memories that we had. The first time I had met him, his laugh, his smile, everything.
I looked out the window from his flat, the moon looked beautiful, the moon I used to stare at when he went on trips and such. It illuminated the dark room and showed a little hope.
I looked at the picture on his dresser and took it into my hands. It was in the studio, we both sat on the piano bench trying to play a song. I can't remember which one. The memories faded away from my mind. All the happiness turned into sadness, they all turned into nightmares.
I sniffled, a tear dropped onto the picture. Right on Sam's face sliding down until it fell off the picture frame. I was mortified and in shock and pain. My love was gone.
I looked at the moon and walked out onto the balcony.
"Sam, you may be some where else but I'm sorry. The neighbour's may think that I am crazy talking out loud at 3:00 am but I love you. I'm sorry I didn't mean to give up on us. I love you so much, and I let you go to early."

* the next day *

It was Sams funeral, I had placed the only red rose on his casket the rest where white. No one knew what was going on between us. It was a secret, one that shouldn't have been told.
I stepped up to the altar to give my words about Sam.
"Sam was the best thing that happened to me since I got to meet the band ACDC. And that was a hella great thing."
The crowd laughed a bit.
"But mostly Sam was my everything, and I will never forget his smile or his little giggles ever. Sam was my only hope in life and now I lost it. I lost the only thing that I needed in life. I lost my life support."
I continued with the speech but out of the corner of my eye I saw a man that had a tall figure dressed in all black sneak through the service without causing a distraction. He stood in the back of the room looking down. The service finished and everyone still with tears in their eyes piled out. The church was empty once more, I built up enough courage to ask the man if he needed direction. He lifted his face and I couldn't believe my eyes.
It was him. It was actually him.
I hugged him tightly and kissed him roughly.
It was Sam, he was back. My hope returned.