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'is she awake? Or is she sleeping as always?' a boy's voice heard in my ears as I was awaking.

'William leave the poor girl in her silence, she's grieving' probably his mom's vice said. I opened my eyes just to see a little boy at the age of 12 and a girl, who I can tell she's mature enough to drag her brother away just to leave me alone in my silence. I slept in his grave once more. Perhaps the 15th time this month. Those kids where going around the graveyard for the past few weeks. They lost their father, I heard the little boy crying the other day. I feel sorry for him. But mostly I feel sorry for myself.

I've lost over 25 pounds the last month. I barely can walk. But I'm here, usually every night for the past two months. I don't want to leave him alone. I'm talking to him even though I don't get any answers. Even though he can't hear me. And even if he could, I wouldn't.

Last night I thought I heard his voice, calling my name. I closed my eyes trying not to show fear, alone in a graveyard at midnight, hearing voices. When I opened them none was there. It was my imagination after all but I swear it felt so real.

I checked my phone for the time. 09:58. It was already 10 o'clock and I had 13 missed calls from my brother. I quickly opened the contacts taping on his. A few seconds later he answered.

'im in his grave. It won't take long. Come and get me at 10:30.' I said quickly ending the call. Then I put the phone back to my pocket.

It was getting really cold and all I was wearing was a thin jacket, which didn't keep me warm at all. The siblings with their mom just have gone and I was alone again. With him. I was starving. I didn't eat anything for 2 weeks. I didn't take my meds for like 6 days and I was starting to feel like I was sick.

I just wanted to sleep a bit more but I wasn't feeling like I needed sleep. I closed my eyes but the only think I saw was black. Black like the deep black I saw when the car accident happened. We were going on my brother's house to celebrate the victory of our university team on the championship. My brother is the captain of the team so he hosted the 'after party' in his house. We were driving pretty safe but there was that one drunk driver. He didn't even have a scratch on his drunk body. But Niall died. He died for him. I woke up in the hospital a week later just to hear that my boyfriend was dead.

And now I'm here once again, trying not to cry.

I heard a voice calling my name so I turned around just to see him. Niall was there standing in his feet. In front of me. I stood up and did some steps behind. He is not him. Just someone who looks like him. I wanted to believe so.

'babe?' he called

'who are you?' the fear in my voice was obvious.

'Niall, oh come on now, I know you can understand'

'w-what?' I didn't know who was him. maybe was a joke on me.

'let go' he whispered

'haha really funny. Now who the fuck are you? They didn't tell you it's not okay to make fun of the dead?' I was frustrated. That wasn't some kind of joke. It wasn't funny.

'it's me for fuck sake. Look at you, you are not fine. You can't live with this. You can't starve yourself like this forever, Violet '

'what do you want from me?' I almost screamed. This was creepy as hell, I wanted to run away but I couldn't.

'I want you to let go. You trust me? You trust Niall?' he asked. Of course I didn't. he was not him.

'what was he saying to me every time I felt bad or upset about something?' I just wanted to be sure. No one else knew what he used to say. It was something ours.

'remember the strength you have. You're a pretty flower after all. Violets don't cry'

I wanted to go home. No one ever knew the answer in that question, but he did. I let the tears ran down my face for the first time after 2 months or so.

'let go Violet. Let go' I fell on my knees, right by his grave. He was there looking at me.

'Violet' he whispered. 'let go' . And so I did, once and for all.


THE END

so yeah i hope you liked this one, i didn't really payed too much attention on my writing skils than the plot which i was preparing for almost 2 months just and only to be a good one.

see you soon guys. all comments are accepted.

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