Saturday,
I started singing our song today.
Back from when we first started dating, we used to sing it all the time.
I hoped that maybe it would wake you up. But unfortunately, it didn't.
I started singing, softly.,
"Alabama, Arkansas -"
You used to sing every other line with me, and it was just in my nature to pause. I decided to turn "Home" on YouTube, so that I would feel so lonely while singing. I wouldn't feel so detached from you.
"Alabama, Arkansas,
I do love my ma and pa.
Not that way that I do love you"
Alex:
"Holy moley, me oh my,
You're the apple of my eye.
Girl, I've never loved one like you"
"Man, oh man, you're my best fri-"
I turned off the song. This isn't right. You're not here. I'm singing to complete nothingness while your half dead body lays there.. You probably can't even hear anything I'm fucking saying, it's pathetic.
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Phoenix's POV;
I can hear you, you sound so beautiful. I love hearing you sing. I wish, that I could have told you long before this.
I hear you snoring, and I know you're still here.
I'm only here because of you, my love. Please stay. Stay forever.
Is 16 too young to age for marriage? Because I want to be the one to take you home every night.
I want to be the guy who makes you fall in love every night, and remember why you love me in the morning.
I want to be the guy who makes you breakfast in bed.
French toast. French toast with powdered sugar, and syrup. Slightly too much for me, but that's how you like it.
I want to be the guy that you realize your worth. I want to be the guy that makes you look in the mirror every morning and say,
"I'm a fucking goddess, and nobody will get in my way"
And you better fucking believe it. Please believe it.
I want to marry you. I wish I could tell you that. Fuck.
I wish I could comfort you, I hear you crying. But I can't see you. Or hug you.
It's painful sitting here. I feel so isolated from my own body. Please don't leave me.
Sunday,
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Lynn's POV;
My dad stopped by today. He told me next time I wanted to leave without telling him, I can stay the fuck away from him and his house.
Pathetic.
I can't believe that somebody's own father would disown them that way.. I don't know what to do from here.
You were always so good at giving me advice, and now you're not here and I can't handle it. So now I'm sitting here, listening to our song on repeat because that's the only thing that I can even try to connect with right now. I miss you.
