Day one.
Okay so the ghost-Patrick dude told me maybe this would work? I don't know just writing down my feeling until I'm ready to move on.
Here it goes
Patrick had been gone for around a month and appeared around 3 weeks ago maybe? Idk I haven't been paying attention to time. I visit his grave every day with different coloured roses, his favourite flowers. I remember the day I first met him. It was 4 years ago in our senior year of high school, he was wearing a light blue jean jacket with a Blink-182 t-shirt and of course a fedora,
The moment I laid my eyes on his perfect little face was the moment I knew I had to talk to him. I remember the way he giggled when our friend Brendon would tell an immature joke at the wrong moment I remember the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his favourite band and his hope to start one one day. And I only wanted to make him happy, so that's what we did. We didn't have a name for the band but we enjoyed hanging out with our other band members, Joe and Andy. They're married now and have adopted a little girl named Ruby.
I always wanted to get married and have a kid with Patrick, but I guess rn unable to now. I just want to join him six feet deep.
I put down the pen and wiped away the tears on my cheeks. I decided it was best I didn't write anymore or maybe I would join him. Not bothering to take off my clothes or anything I slid under the covers of my bed and fell asleep.
A/n. So I'm thinking after the next chapter for awhile it's only gonna be Petes pov because of him writing the letters? Idk just a thought
K bye
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101 days without you (peterick)
FanfictionI stood by watching my loved ones cry, and I couldn't do anything about it, acctaully I could've, I could've sought out help. And I can't be with the one I love most. TRIGGER WARNING: suicide and self harm
