the sixteenth letter

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5/11/15
dear ashton,
why.
i know you're gonna be okay and when the doctor came out into the waiting room and i finally stopped sobbing and the pain of my lungs struggling to fill with air stopped long enough for him so say that your stomach had been pumped and you were awake and well, my tears of pain and sorrow turned into tears of happiness before he even finished his sentence.

i couldn't breath as I stood up and sprinted past the doctor towards your room.

when i saw you laying in the white hospital bed in the white hospital gown in the white hospital room in the white hospital, a place you never want to see anyone you love, the only word i would get out was 'why' and you could only get out a 'dunno' and i didn't even give half a fuck so i just crawled into the bed and curled up against your side and got as close to you as i possibly could, and even after that i still continued to try and get closer.

i had no intentions of ever letting go.

i just kept mumbling 'i love you's and pulling your arms around me and kissing you and crying and you were crying and all i could think about was how thankful i was that you were still here and i could just see in your eyes that something was broken and it was almost as bad as when i thought you were dead, because i could see on the inside you were,
and sometimes that's worse.

i love you so much.
love, eden

a/n
i got emotional writing this

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