"Grayson?" I walked inside the building for the first time.
As I looked I saw loads of dead bodies, with the girl clinging on to my leg.
"It's okay" I whispered and walked further.
As I looked to my left and right, eyeing the poor people,
My eyes caught on one man, he had a shot in his head and looked familiar but he had blood all down his face.
I moved my face closer for a better view
"What a poor man" I pouted
"Isn't that the guy you were running after?" The little girl asked
"Who?" I turned my head to her
"Grayson?"
; I looked back and wiped the blood off his face.
I lifted up the mans eyelid.
And I saw them, those hazel-ly green eyes that I stared into.
My finger started shaking and I lifted my hand up and held it over my mouth
I was shivering and lost for words
"Grayson?" I whispered
It seamed different that he didn't answer me which made me feel weird
"GRAYSON" I screamed crying.
"No no no no no this must be a fucking joke, I can't look at him, my only happiness gone, in front of my eyes. No he must be asleep or something" the endless tears flew fast down my face
"D-don't you fucking dare leave me Grayson" I squeezed on his hand
He didn't respond.
And I didn't mean to scare the little girl, but I couldn't help but scream, scream his name and hope that he would come back and comfort me. But he never did.
As I cried in my lap I realized I had no arms around me to protect me, I felt horrible by myself.
"Please answer me" I whispered in his face.
"No one cared for me as much as he did, and I haven't realized until now. I'm such a bitch to you Grayson, you don't understand how much I need you with me right now"
And for the last time, that was it. He was dead. And I had to put up with that
I looked at the girl as she looked horrified at what a state I was in
"What is your name?" I asked
"Bailey" she smiled
"...Bailey?" I kind of stuttered of my cries
"Yes" she nodded
"; well, thank you Bailey"
"For what?"
"For being the last person who I'm going to see who treated me like I was worth it" I smiled
"What do you mean?"
"Tonight, I'm probably gonna kill myself over him" closed my eyes
"No, no you can't" she pushed my shoulders
I opened my eyes again to calm her down
"I can't do this by myself Bailey. I can't live without Grayson. He was my only hope. My hero"
"But your like a mom to me" she smiled
"Well" I grinned.
She didn't say anything back, I looked to my ankles and thought about Grayson.
Then a gunshot was fired.
I looked up and I saw baileys eyes widened as a shot was in her stomach.
"BAILEY" I cried crawling up to her as she slowly fell back.
I held her as she wasn't quite dead yet
"I'm so sorry" I cried apologizing for her death
"Luna" she barely let out in her croaky voice
"Grayson would've wanted you to live, he would've wanted to make you happy. Now save yourself and leave me to die next to him" she whispered
"But I can't" I cried
She stared into my eyes "sing me a song, and when I'm gone, I will sing the same song to Grayson"
I cleared my throat and began to sing a lullaby my mother sang me before she died.
As I sang I saw baileys eyes slowly close as when she died I stopped singing and broke down crying.
I moved her body up next to Grayson's as she hugged him, and I also laid on grayson.
"Hey" a voice said in the back of the room.
It was a man, a robber in fact.
I jumped up in fright
"Woah woah it's okay I'm not gonna hurt you" he sat down directly next to me
"I'm gonna help you" he looked at me
"How?" I asked cuddling up to Grayson.
He suddenly pulled out a big sharp knife for his coat.
"Go on, take it. And when you die then you can be back together with Grayson." He pointed out in front of me
I looked at the knife and thought about what Bailey said.
The robber took the point that I didn't want it so he out in back in his pocket.
But suddenly before he did I grabbed the knife from his hands
"Grayson, don't forget to save my number"
I pointed the knife in my chest and pushed.
The knife sawed right through my heart and I died straight away.
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Love isn't something little
Love isn't putting someone's name in your bio for a couple weeks and if your in a argument you take it out.
Love isn't feeling like they're using you for attention or popularity.
Love isn't taking 'goals' photos just to post on Instagram
Love is a beautiful feeling that you feel when you meet somebody that completely changes your perspective of things.
Love is when you find someone you feel comfortable with doing anything in front of.
Love is the best thing that can ever happen to you.
And that's what I felt like with Grayson, he was more genuine than you thought.
And I still have his number in my phone, I look back at the messages sometimes and laugh.
Well let's just imagine what would've happened if Grayson didn't call me on that one day...
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Me to Grayson: how have you been? Angel?
The End.
