Third Person
Everyday after Quinn's death in the hospital, Dylan dreaded reading the letter. Not that he didn't want to hear from her, but that he couldn't hear her voice over again. That melodic sound that he'd loved so much. He wanted her back.
He opened the letter.
Dear Dylan,
If your reading this, it means I did something I've been waiting to do for a while. Just face the truth, you didn't really want to be my friend. I really liked you, but I knew you only talked to me because you pitied me. That's what everyone does. You'll move on. Find someone new. Go out with Kaya or something messed up like that. You deserve to be with the Popular kids and not sit under a tree at lunch in the dirt. If I get the chance, I will watch over you. If your in trouble, I'll always be in your heart. Remember me is all I ask. Become an actor like you've always wanted. You'll be amazing at it.
Sincerely,
Quinn.P.S.- My Blades should be somewhere in the bathroom...throw them out.
He framed the letter. He tracked down her mom and gave her her letter, and have Kaya hers. It surprised him that Kaya had a letter. She threw it out as soon as she read it. Bitch...
*Funeral of Quinn Alli Waver*
"Quinn will be deeply missed. I have no words to explain how much she meant to me, even though we met only about four months ago. I'm the only one who prepared a speech, yet I won't say any of it. She deserved more than a speech, she deserved to live. I should of been there sooner to save her. But I wasn't. And, I regret it everyday I wake up." Dylan stopped before he started crying. It was a small funeral, Dylan's parents, a couple of kids that weren't mean to her at school, her mother, and a five year old sister of Quinn named Adaline.
"Where's Quinn? Isn't she supposed to be here if we are talking about her?" Adaline muttered to Dylan. "Listen, Adi, she's not coming back. She deserved it though, she was to much like her father." Dylan was shocked at the mother's words. "To broken to do anything good with her life. It was smart for her to take it before it was a life wasted," she turned to Dylan, "and as for you. Don't mourn her, every second will be wasted because you couldn't save my daughter. If it wasn't for you she'd be here. I consider it murder."
That's when Dylan cracked. He left the funeral.
Everyday after school and in Sundays he came to her grave. Always brought a rose with him.
"I miss you, Quinn. Come back to me. I can't do this any longer..."
Three months after Quinn's death, Dylan was found dead under the North bridge at 11:00 PM December 2nd, 2015. He jumped, considering it was Quinn's birthday, and she wasn't even there to celebrate it.
A/N
That ending may be awfully sad, but I have a tendency to do that...sry. Please vote for the next fanfic to come in the last chapter.

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Fanfiction*TRIGGER WARNNG- Mentions of self-harm, eating disorders, and suicide* *FAnFiC- Dylan O'Brien* Quinn Maver, a nerd to say the least. People say she's to much of a fangirl, she reads to much, she needs to eat less and go out more. Be less socially aw...