The Hero That Came Without A Cape; Ai (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

Twenty-Eight

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(Dylan POV)
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"Did you have fun?" Mike asked looking down at me. He had his arm around my shoulder, and I was hugging him from the side.

"Yea that was the most fun I've had in like a month," I told him honestly.

We were back in the parking lot of the hospital, and I was dreading going in. All of a sudden My phone started ringing with "Break Your Little Heart" by All Time Low. I picked it up not looking at the caller I.D, and all I heard on the other end was crying.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Dylan," Ann said. "He's gone."

He's gone. Was all I heard before I dropped my phone and ran. I ran as quick as I could, and I felt my heart fall with every step that connected with the ground. By the time I made it to the door I couldn't see anything as my vision blurred from tears. I ran and ran and ran.

I finally made it to his room. Room 3740. There was no one on the bed. Ann was in the corner with Lauren and Harry. My legs gave in and I was heading for the floor. My hands flew up to my mouth, but before I hit the floor someone's arm caught me. They went down with me, and all I could do was cry into their chest. Just from the smell I could it was Michael.

Ashton was gone.

He was gone.

The one person that made my life the way it was was gone. The love of my life was gone. The father of my child was gone, and there was no bringing him back. I wouldn't be able to hear his sweet giggle anymore. I won't be able to hear his raspy voice in the morning. I won't be able to hear the sound of his drums, and I won't be able to anything any more. He was my rock. He was my world, but now he's gone.

I can't say his name because my heart is already broken into a million pieces. Saying his name would confirm the fact that there was no way to stitch me back together.

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( One Week Later)

(A/n props if you thought of that in the spongebob voice)

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Today was the day. It was the day that we were going to his funeral. It's been a week and I still can't say his name. I heard a knock on the door and I turned around.

"You ready?" Michael said.

"Yea," I choked out.

I walked towards him and he engulfed me in a hug. It's been like this all week. Mike would come over everyday, and we would cuddle, talk, and cry. Ashton's mom was nice enough to let me stay at their house, but I can't bare to go into his room.

We headed down to the car where Mike opened the door for me, and then got in himself. He started the car and we were off to probably the second worst day of my life. The first was when he passed away.

We rode in silence , and soon enough we arrived at the funeral home. Everything's happening here in Australia so all his family could attend.

"Mikey I don't know if I can do this," I said.

"Dylan you'll be okay, and plus I'll be with you every step of the way," he said grabbing my hand. I felt comforted by his words and his gesture.

I opened the door and headed out of the door. I got the sticker for the window and put it on. I then got back in and we started toward where he would be buried.

I was dreading this day.

Mike starting out of the parking lot, and followed the herse.

"Mikey?" I asked.

"Yea Dylan?"

"What if my eulogy isn't good enough?"

"It is Beautiful," he said. "Not going to lie I cried reading it."

"Thanks," I said.

"Not a problem," he said.

"Well than I guess it's time," I said looking out the door.

We were here. At the cemetery where he will be buried.

"You'll be fine Dylan I promise,"

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"And now a word from Ashton's special friend," the pastor said.

I walked towards the top of the casket that contained him, and just on that walk my heart started to break again. His lifeless body was only two feet away and I couldn't even touch him. I couldn't do anything with him because he was dead.

I stood there just staring at everyone. My heart was racing, and I was starting to get anxious. 

"You know I was never much of a public speaker," I said loudly so everyone could hear me.

"He was always there to help me speak in public," I said. "You know Ashton always helped me through a lot. We first met over this app called Twitter. Most of you probably know it. He followed me, and at the time I was a fan. I saw myself as more than a fan though because I didn't love Ashton for the fame or for the fact that he could play the drums. I loved him for his personality. His laugh never failed to brighten my day.

"Everyone says that super heroes always come with capes and that angels have wings, but to me Ashton was my hero without a cape and my angel without wings. There's one of his kin being expected in the next year, but she'll always know about him. I'll never fail to tell her about him. Ashton won't just live in our memories here, but everywhere. With his fans. With his friends worldwide. With his family. And with me. I loved Ash and he didn't deserve this, but God needed him. And I guess I'm okay with that.

"I might not always see Ash and probably most of us never will, but he'll always be in our hearts. We will always remember Ash and how he helped millions of people and changed the path of rock music. I love ya Ash and I hope your happy wherever you are."

I was crying by the end. I couldn't hold it in because the one person that I loved was now gone. Mike came and helped me sit back down. I then cried into his shoulder, and I didn't stop until the funeral ended.  I hated this.

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So there's only one more left.... The epilogue.... :(

Amnesia came on as I started writing the eulogy...

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