Bad and British [H.S] *EDITED*

Epilogue

Life. What is Life? Life is nothing when you don't have the person you love or anyone just to take care of you, because you lost everything.

Sacrificing? What's the point of that? You literally give up your life for someone else, but don't think about what will happen to the person who loves them.

Love? Stupid Shit. It's not real. It's like... It's a rule of love that you have to loose one of them. I mean when people say 'I fell  in love'... do they even know what it means? I guess not. They say 'fell' when we know that when something falls it brakes, but I guess that no one will ever understand that.

Hate? It's not just a word. It could destroy you. It's so strong, stronger than you could've imagined. how do you feel when someone, you love, says 'I hate you!'? you feel broken, don't you? you feel like, you've done something so terrible to them when you actually haven't.

My life, my everything, was taken away from me in just a second.

People say, you are sent to the world to be tested. But this kind of test... No, I failed.

I know, you can't have everything single thing you want, but you can have few of them, but me. Me, I have nothing, not even a single thing I wanted.

Freedom? maybe I have it because everything's over.

Right now, I'm sitting by his grave. HIS grave. I never imagined of this, not even in my wildest dreams.

I think about, he is where his mother went, where my mother went. He must be happy, he's finally free, no troubles, no nothing.

I loved him. I wanted him. I needed him.

I still remember when I first saw him, and I called him weird, when he came to my house and asked if anyone's home? I remember those fights, those kisses, those hugs.

When I'd feel scared, afraid, When I'd cry, he'd hold me and I'd feel safe.

He was that badass boy, I was in love with. The best part, he was British, 'cause mostly badass people are Americans

and all I know is,

He loved me, he saved my life, he died, he was bad and British, he was harry styles.

THE END.