Seven Deadly Stages Of Love

Vermilion

I decided to make another chapter for you guys! I wanted to do this because you guys are awesome and two, it'll make more sense for the sequel that I have out right now. Also this chapter is in Corey's POV.
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Pain.

That's all I feel.

What I've heard, it's just an emotion that you forget about after awhile.

I didn't forget about it. It's been with me for three years now.

I mentally feel pain. Not that big of a deal right?

It's a big deal to me. I don't just forget about it and then think of it again.

No. It never goes away.

Depending on what you lost, feeling pain mentally is far worse than physical pain.

I lost the light of my life.

She was everything to me. And I failed to keep her safe.

Iris...

My lost soulmate.

I would be lying if I said I don't miss her.

I miss her everyday.

And I have to keep living in this mournful state because my friends want to keep me alive.

I remember when I told Iris I loved her. When she was laying in a hospital bed because of her bastard of a boyfriend Jeramy.

I wanted to kill him that day. And eventually I did. After he murdered Iris of course.

The image of her lifeless body on the floor is still burned into my brain.

Tears form in my eyes everytime I think about it.

In a way, I killed her.

I took everything away from her because of one stupid mistake.

I had kissed someone else and I said the most horrible things to her.

And I'd do anything to take it all back.

To just told her in my arms and tell her how much she means to me and promise her that I'd protect her with my life.

But I already broke that promise, and it broke her.

"I love you Iris," I said as I gripped the dirt from under me as a stared at her grave, "More than anything in this world."

I trailed my fingertips along the lettering of the gravestone softly. "I'm dying Iris. I wish you were here to tell me it's okay."

I sighed and felt hot tears roll down my cheeks and onto the ground.

It has been a long time since I've visited her grave.

My bandmates wouldn't let me go near it. They said it would make me depressed even more.

But honestly, I felt even worse not seeing her grave.

But they stopped worrying about me setting foot there when I plastered a fake smile on my face and told them that I was okay.

Now, I can finally be alone with her again.

I rested my cheek against the cold stone and shut my eyes.

I don't know how long I sat there.

But the wind started blowing. So I held my jacket close to my body and waited for it to die down.

But it seemed to be picking up by the minute.

I glanced back at her gravestone. "I'm not leaving because of the wind ya' know." I said as I hugged my jacket tighter.