The Vamps Imagines and Preferences

I'm sorry (Connor)

His POV

It's been 4 years and I still can't get over her...her flaws, her smile, her habits, her scent....I just can't. It hurts so much I can barely live.
The first year was horrible, I couldn't do anything, don't even talk about sleep, I barely had any and I've not eaten much. I became even more quiet then I used to be, so quiet. I took a break from the band for nearly half a year and lets just say management and fans weren't that happy about it. I just...miss her like crazy! It hurts to know it was my fault.
But now, I'm better. Much actually. Although I'm not as wild as I used to be, at least I'm normal. I can do the basics. Sleep, eat, perform, laugh and live. But I just need her here with me, going through these ups and downs.
I felt someone's hand on my shoulder as I look up. James.
"how'd you know I'd be here?"

""it's the anniversary of her death Con, plus you come here almost every week..."

"I know...its just that...I can't forget nor an I get over her and move on! The last time I spoke to her was because of a stupid fight I can barely remember and she ran out getting hit by a bus! Never getting a chance to return home ever again.." I hadn't notice I was crying. Every single time I come here I would cry. Ironic.

"Its not your fault Con.. C'mon! We've gotta go meet Joe and the boys" I smiled a weak smile and hugged her grave before getting up and leaving.
"I love you." I whispered.