Lost H.S

Chapter 1

A/N: for those who are confused this story use to be called 'Love You Goodbye' but I rewrote the story because I didn't like the old one.

Plus I know this is short but bare with me.

I don't know what made me come back to this place. The reason I left was because of her and now here I am back at Kyles place. This past year has been terrible for me.

My fiancé died this day a year ago.

That day was a blur but I still remember her cries over the phone and then the line going dead. I remember that dreaded call from the hospital. I remember standing by the bed and listening to the flat line on the machine.

That's all I remember from that day.

I can't sleep because I wish she was laying beside me. I can't stay at the house because there are too many memories of her there.

I barely talk and her name is forbidden around me because I'll lose it.

5 years of a relationship gone in a blink of an eye.

I spent the first two months grieving and after that I went numb. Kyle got really concerned and called my mum and she flew out here straight away. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be speaking to my mum again.

I heard someone enter the room so I turned my head to see Kyle placing a mug on the table next to me. He looked up at me and sent me a small smile "get any sleep?" I shook my head and turned back to the window, watching the rain fall.

I heard him sigh and sit next to me on the couch. If it wasn't for him, I'll be dead by now. I lost count on how many times I tried to kill myself and every time I did he was there to stop me.

"the lads and I are going out for some drinks tonight, I know you'll say no but we would love it if you tagged along" I can't remember the last time I went out with the lads and the last time I drank.

He sighed again when I didn't answer. I think he's the only one tolerating the fact that I don't speak anymore. My mum tried so many times to get me to speak but she then left it when she realised I wasn't going to.

"I'm going to see Lindsey so I'll be back later" I could hear the concern in his voice so I turned to give him a look that said 'I won't try anything'

He patted me on the shoulder before leaving me alone.

I looked towards the dining table where a bunch of pink roses lay. Her favourite.

I finally stood up from the couch and walked into the bedroom that I'm staying in at the moment. I changed into a plain shirt and jeans and slipping on a pair of boots.

I held my breath as I walked over to the dining table and picked up the roses that Kyle bought this morning for me.

I headed out to my car and got in. this would be the first time visiting since the funeral. I refused to go and speak to her every time I was asked. But today is different.

I parked in front of the ceremony and took a deep breath before stepping out. I walked for about five minutes until I stopped in front of the grave.

Abigail May Parker

1994-2018

I sat down on my knees and placed the flowers in front of the grave. I could already feel the tears falling down my cheeks as I traced over her name.

"baby..." I bit my bottom lip to suppress a sob.

"baby I miss you so much" I closed my eyes as more tears fell "what did you do to deserve this?" my head fell into my hands as I cried harder You're the most kind-hearted person I know. We were supposed to get married and grow old together"

"I love you so much Abby" I looked up to the sky knowing she's looking down at me right now. my perfect angel.

"please come back to me"

I wiped my tears away and stood up "I love you and I promise I'll visit soon" I kissed my fingers and placed them on top of the grave before walking away.

I was looking down at the ground as I was wiping my tears away and lifting my hood up so no one would see me like this, however I wasn't looking where I was going and walked straight into someone.

I looked up to apologise but the breath was taken away from me as I stared at the person in front of me.

Am I hallucinating or is there someone up there listening to me?