Y/N’s POV-
This was it. I’d made my decision. I couldn’t be here anymore. I didn’t want to. I was fed up of all this hate I was getting. I was fed up of being different. I hated myself. I had come so close to doing this before, but I had never been so serious about it.
I was sat on my bed, scrolling through hate comments. Cameron had told me to ignore them but he has no clue what some of them can say. Some people were saying stuff like ‘she deserves to die’, ‘why is she even alive’ and ‘I don’t see what Cameron see’s in her.’ It just made me want to die more.
That was it. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed the pen I already had by the sink. I started to write on the piece of paper:
Dear Cameron,
I know it’s you who will find me first and I’m so sorry for that. This is not your fault, remember that. Please don’t blame yourself. I just can’t be here anymore. I hate myself and everyone else hates me too. I was unhappy, so unhappy and I couldn’t carry on like that. Don’t hate me for this. Nobody will ever understand how I felt. I want you to be happy, I want you to move on and find someone who will love you as much I did, and still do. I’ll be watching over you all the time. I might not be with you physically, but I will always be with you mentally and spiritually. I’m so proud of you Cameron, so so proud of you. Just promise me you’ll never forget me.
I’ll love you forever and ever and ever. We’ll be together again one day, I promise. I’m sorry.
I love you.
Tears slowly dropped out of my eyes. I folded the piece of paper and wroteCameron on the front of it. I pulled out the pills from the cabinet in the bathroom and started taking them, one by one. I grabbed my blade and slowly started damaging my body. Everything started to go black. I felt dizzy and I knew that was it.
Cameron’s POV-
I ran into the bathroom and saw my beautiful girlfriend lay there, covered in her blood. “NO” I shouted. “NO NO NO, BABY, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME” I screamed. I ran over to her and grabbed her body. I held her hand and realised it was too late. I didn’t want to believe it though. I cried into her non-beating chest. “Why do this?” I mumbled into her, sniffling. “Why leave me?” I whispered. No response. I knew there wouldn’t be. I just lay there with her before I knew I had to phone someone. A letter fell in front of me. It was addressed to me. I knew she’d wrote me a letter which made me feel sick. I opened it up and started to read it. I couldn’t keep my tears in. They poured all over the letter, smudging the ink. When I got to the end, I just sat there. I didn’t know what to do. My everything was dying in front of me and I never knew. I never knew she was hurting like this. My angel.
Y/N’s POV-
-Years later-
Like I said I would, I watched down on him. I made sure that he was always ok. He carried on with his life which was what I wanted him to do. He had a beautiful wife and a beautiful son and daughter. He never forgot about me though. He always spoke to me every night, telling me how much he missed me and how much he loved me. He was happy. That made me happy. I would never forget about him. I knew we’d be together again one day. For now, I’d just have to wait for him.
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