You were on Twitter, reading the hate. You sucked in your breath when you read one. Ashton was sitting across you, reading his amount of hate. He sighed, looking at you sadly. You locked you phone and placed it down. Both of you looked at each other, admiring the opposite's beauty. Then you stood up and went into your shared bedroom. You stood in front of the floor length mirror, looking at your flaws. Tears clouded your eyes and you blinked, causing them to spill. Ashton walked into the room and hugged you. The both of you stood side by side in silence. You tried thinking of the good things you had, but you couldn't. Ashton was crying as well. "Want to end it all?" he whispered sadly. You slowly nodded, not caring about your family. Ashton held onto your hand and brought you to the bathroom. You thought he was going to take out blades. Instead, he took out a bottle of pills. The both of you sat down in the bathtub and Ashton opened the bottle. He looked at you and softly asked, "(Y/N), how about just I do it?" You shook your head and replied while kissing him on the forehead, "If you're going to die, I want to die with you." Ashton nodded and poured out half the bottle of pills, then handed it to you. You poured the rest into your hand. He took a shaky breath, then said, "On the count of three, okay?" You nodded. The moment he reached three, the both of you swallowed the pills. Then you two hugged each other, wanting to die in each other's arms. As you were about to close your eyes for the last time, you both whispered, "I love you." Then, both your eyes closed forever.
This is my first imagine! So please tell me how it is. Thanks! <3
