It's been two years since Ashton and I have said started dating. Two long amazing years. I made up with my dad after the fight and actually did end up going to therapy for a while. I realized that I don't necessarily have to forget Michael but all the pain I've been holding inside and blaming myself for his death wasn't healthy.
"Babe what are you thinking about" Ashton asks. I look up at him for a second not saying anything. "Just Michael." I look down at his grave and touch the stone that reads Michael Gordon Clifford November 20, 1995 - January 30, 2015. Ashton grabs my free hand and laces our fingers together and lightly kisses my hand. We both just stare at the grave for a couple minutes before Ashton places the flowers on it and stands up.
He helps me stand up too and then pulls me in for a hug. "I don't know what you're feeling right now and I'm not going to pretend I do, but I'm here for you" Ashton whispers in my ear. I smile as he kisses my forehead and hug him tighter. "Ash I'm surprisingly ok, I miss him a lot and I still love him but sometimes you just have to move on with life." I untangle myself from him and sit back down on the ground.
"Can you give me a minute?" I ask him. He nods his head slightly and kisses the top of my head before walking back to the car. I lightly trace my fingers over the his name on the stone. "I'll always love you and I will never forget you." I get up and find five little sticks. I walk back over to his grave and place the sticks in a tally.
"Never forget" I whisper. I kiss my hand then place it on the stone. I hear footsteps behind me and I get up and dust myself off. I look up at ash when I'm done and grab his hand and lead him to the car. "Come on ash let's go home."
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Hayran KurguMichael died and you're family wants you to get over it, but you couldn't. What happens when you finally crack and spend more time with Ashton because he's so understanding?
