stalker - l.h

❊ eleven ❊

and now it's monday.

it's monday and i'm alone.

christmas was around the corner, she wanted a beautiful present.

here i was, a hopeless fool, wrapping something that i hoped she'd love.

i taped the last piece, insecure is the only thing i felt.

i sighed, putting it on top of my dresser and opening my laptop.

this time, i didn't watch her, i just played a stupid game on cool math to pass a little bit of time before i had to go to bed.

i heard my phone ding beside me, indicating that i had a new message.

gordon- we're going to ashtons grave, today marks the day he died. if you wanna come, you're allowed to. just text me back and i'll come walk up and get you so you're not walking there alone.

i huffed but i didn't want to miss this, i needed something right now. even if it was looking at the only person who ever cared about me's grave.

me - i'll go.

then i got ready.

it was monday and i was reuniting with my dead best friend.