And so I stood there, hands in my pockets; stood before the three graves. Not a single tear ran down my eyes as the cold Canadian winter snow hit my face. I shivered once more and thought, I've lost it all.
At one time her gravestone was small. With blue flowers in front. They're brown now, wilted away; no one visits anymore. Ever since four weeks ago it's been this way. But I guess it's okay that her flowers have dulled and no living soul came around as usual. She got her love back, they weren't in two separate worlds.
That's how I wish we were; don't worry Preston, my love. We will be soon.
I'll be six feet under and my gravestone will tell more stories than my lips ever did. Sorry for not leaving any flowers or thoughts. Why would I when I'd be joining soon; it'd be like we were all at home.
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273 Days Without You (MrWoofless ff)
FanficYou're dead and it's all my fault I could've saved you But I didn't I let the one who means the most to me die I let my lover, my boyfriend die And I'm so fucking sorry. I could've saved you Preston. I'm sorry ~ Preston is dead and Rob is left to d...
