Epilogue

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*waits for the shitstorm*

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Ashton

Andrew Kyle Irwin

12 December, 2001
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16 January, 2016

Beloved son and brother

May he rest in peace

I wiped the tears streaming down my face, only to have more replace them. It's been a week, and I haven't slept, haven't eaten- haven't even spoken to another person. I was still in shock. I couldn't believe that my baby brother- the one person I care for most in this world -was gone. He was only fourteen years old. He was so innocent. He didn't deserve it.

I had been staying with my parents the past week. They came home as soon as they heard the news, and they mourned with me. Calum had visited twice, and I hadn't seen or heard from Michael or Luke. I didn't think I would want to see Michael. I would probably break down.

I was still healing. I don't think I'll ever really get over the death of my baby brother. I planned to take a breath from everything and just spend time with my family. After that, I would have to get used to being around Michael again. I knew it wasn't his fault, but he was there. He's the one that Andrew spent his last moments with and I didn't know how to feel about that.

I sighed and ran a hand across the top of Andy's gravestone, whispering an "I love you" Like I've done every day for the past week before walking back to my car. I felt a gust of wind blow softly against me and I smiled, looking up to the sky.

"Bye, Andy."

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So

That happened

Um...

The end?

-Katie

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