Forever and Always

Irish.

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It has been a complete 3 days since Niall passed away and i am empty. My whole life turned to dark and i just cant think straight anymore. I can't find that sparks of light to talk, to eat, to live. I just need him. It's just bizarre to think that he isn't around anymore. And i just, i missed him like crazy. I need to feel him in my arms once again, but i couldn't.

He's gone for good.

I remembered looking at him just this morning. Graveyard. He was dressed in his lovely black tux with a white flower on his hand. His blonde hair combed naturally lile he always does. The scars on his face is covered with make-up. The scar on his lips is no more, the scar on his eyes, fingers, hand, cheeks, forehead, face is no longer there. He looked like he's alive. But no, he's dead.

I remembered placing my hand on his but i flinched away as my skin lightly touched his. It was cold, he was cold. Ice cold. His warmth is no longer there.

I have nothing to live for.

I have no purpose to live.

And that's when i decided, i want to end my life for good. I know i'm dying because of him not here with me. And this pain that lingures inside of me is unbareable and i'm willing to stop it for good.

I let out a sigh before the millionth tear came out from my eye. I stood up to go to the toilet of the idea to drawning myself, yes. That's the easiest way to end my wasteless life. I was about to go to the bathroom when i slipped and my head met the floor. I winced on the pain before sitting up. I sighed again but u stopped when i found this weird little box which is covered with blue colour under my bed. What the hell is this?

I slowly took it out from under my bed and slowly opened the box. My breath hitched when i saw it.

I remembered this box. This was a present from him to congratulate me with my modeling career. But i haven't got the time to open it, but god i don't even remember this thing existed till a second ago. And when i opened it, dozens of tears came trailing down my cheeks.

It was a lovely picture of me and him. On the day we met. The backstage picture. I must've forgot about that day. It was a beautiful picture. With me, him, Carol and the other guys. Niall was holding me in his arms with my hands hugging his neck and our eyes connected. We both looked like we have fallen in love but that was only the first time we ever laid eyes on each other. I missed him so god damn much.

I let out another whimper of tears before turning the photo around to see a little yellow note on it. I started to read it slowly and slowly, and of course. I cried.

After i finished reading that note, i immediately got an idea on my head. I ran downstairs to see Caroline, Zayn, Dustin and the rest of the boys, minus Niall lookinh at me with pure suprised. "Emily?" Carol hitched, standing up from the sofa after letting her hand go from Zayns.

"You're-you're out. What's wrong?" She asked as the others stood up with hope in their eyes. I trembled in tears before shaking my head and flash them a smile.

"I need your help with something"

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"Okay, you're set. Just tell me when you're ready" Harry said from behind the camera. All of the guys including Dustin, Carol and Luke smiled willingly at me while i bit my lip and played with my fingers out of the nervousness i'm feeling. "Wait a sec, guys" Dustin said while i sigh and looked down to my fingers eith my trembling self.

"Hey sis" I slowly looked up to see Dustin smiling at me with his hand on my arm.

"What you're doing here is great. This is amazing, what you're doing. You might can help other people"