1.8 Alternate ending 1 pt 1

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Ashton's POV

It's been twelve hours.

Twelve agonizing hours of hell.

The smell of sorrow and missed opportunity soaked into my skin, sinking into my pores, leaking to my bloodstream.

I was alone, Luke left after a few awful moments of being in the same room as me. I didn't blame him, things weren't cool with us, I felt anger rise up in my body as he had made our way towards us.

I waited for a doctor to enter the room and tell me she was okay.

But they didn't.

A man dressed in pale blue scrubs walked through the door, "family of Hannah Hemmings?"

I stood up, shuffling towards him. My feet going beating on the white tiles. "That's me." I responded as he took off his hat, immediately my stomach sank.

"You were aware of the risks of tis surgery. I am sorry, but Miss Hemmings didn't make it." He turned and walked away, leaving me.

My body crumpled to the floor.

She was gone.

I was alone.

Nothing was how it should be. I just held her in my arms hours before.

She was my everything, all I ever wanted.

It should have been me. I should have been the one laying in that hospital bed, no pulse. I deserved it, I wasn't innocent like she was. She was pure until I got a hold of her.

Everything was red, an endless stream of crimson.

My legs carried me to my car, where I sat in silence. The world was passing by me, but mine was stopped.

It was dead.

She was dead.

Dead.

That's what I wanted to be.

I strained my arms to the back until it collided with the paper bag filled with my drugs.

I swore I would stop, but it's not that simple or easy.

Nothing really is.

I just wanted to be with her. She never knew. She never knew that all I ever thought of was her.

That I was scared, petrified of what would happen if we didn't last.

I didn't want to feel pain.

I didn't want her to feel pain.

I wanted us to be happy, forever.

With every little regret that washed over me, I pushed it down with a pill, line of cocaine, or some heroin.

The deadly mixture would not be good news for me, I knew, but I didn't care.

All I wanted was her.

Hannah was the air that I breathed, cleansing me from the toxins of my life; ridding me of the unwanted problems that I didn't need.

She was the earth that supported me and gave me something to lean on. She gave me a foundation to build myself up upon. She was my rock, the mountain that I climbed.

She was the water I drank to keep myself going. I drank in her ambition, loyalty, and bravery in hopes to give some to myself.

She was the fire in my heart and eyes when I felt her touch.

And then my heart stopped beating.

For her.

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Omg Lauren fivesauceidk what have I done.

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