One by one || 5sos

0.6 || d i r t m o u n d s

Five roses for each grave.
Five sorry words to be said.
Five silent figures barely holding on.

The dark consumed the daylight and kept it captive for another day, the Stars were barely visible as a blanket of darkness overwhelmed them. The moon itself hanging in the sky, never completely full, as though it wasn't satisfied enough, as though it knew what these five teenagers were going through, as though the moon lived on through them.

Come on back to us

He stared at his hands in the poorly lit graveyard, they were calloused yet so soft, they were made that way for a reason but he forgot. His mind a whirlpool which had fragments of his memories hanging in abstinence, they never revealed themselves to him, and so as he carried on staring at the blue veins laced underneath his skin his mind flickered to her hands, rough and hard, he remembered her drawings, she used to scribble meaningless sketches of the atmosphere, a star, a planet and a moon hanging in the distance.

Michael was perched beside her, he felt a connection being near her, he wasn't sure what part of sitting beside a mound of dirt gave him comfort, but he knew that six foot below held what he once thought was the love of his life.

Nothing cheesy of course, but he was craving that love. A sort of love that makes you glow, a type of love that you don't get tired of, a love where the two could just be beside the other in a silent atmosphere.

That's what he admired about them, the silence.

But this wasn't the full story, oh the foolish boy only knew what his twisted mind allowed him to see.

"If they won't tell me can't you?"

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Now Calum didn't know what to believe.

The one whom he could confide in wasn't here, in fact he didn't know whether she was in this life or another, she seemed to vanish that day.

That day when all hell bro-
-ke loose.

Mortified. Well he was mortified to say the least when he learned that he had no knowledge or comfort about her whereabouts, so he would always sit beside an unfamiliar grave and tell the deceased about her.

We can't even breathe anymore

The grave he came to visit towards the end of his rounds was blank.

It appeared that a gray sullen slab of rock stared back at him, and that's what made him curious, he wanted to know who it was.

So on a drunken night he though it was her.

His hands began tearing at the dirt, his fingernails caked with earth as he dug deeper and deeper and-
-a hand.

A hand shook his trembling body, his eyes glazed over as he fell into the arms of a stranger.

But Calum was too drunk too notice the arms that held him that night. In the graveyard. At three in the morning.

The moon was the only witness to acknowledge the girl. But Calum was fuelled with blinding drugs

"Please tell me she's okay."