I can feel you with me..(Sequel to ICFYHB)(Justin Bieber)*werewolf*

..when I'm all alone..

 Hey guys!

Honestly I can say that I missed writing this. It felt so weird not writing it. Just a warning this chapters kinda depressing but, vote fan and comment? Thanks!

-Lauren

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I can feel you with me..when I'm all alone..*werewolf*

Sequel to 'I can feel your heart beat..'

I let the tears fall freely as the rain poured down the window. Each little drop that fell down the glass window would represent the amount of tears to have fallen from my eyes these past weeks. I'm surprised I still had the energy to cry. I didn't have the energy to do anything else. I needed help to walk, I needed help to get changed, I needed help to stand. 

Is this what moving on felt like? 

People can't just expect me to move on from the love of my life. My love, my future, my life. My lip quivered as I thought about how I'd never be able to run my hand through his perfectly dirty blonde hair, ar how I'd never be able to look into his caramel brown eyes, how I'd never be able to have him hold me and tell me that everything was gonna be alright. I'd never be able to grow old with him. I'd never be able to be with him..

"Honey?" I broke my stare away from the window and towards the opening door. I winced as I felt my wrist crack as I did my best to wipe away the remaining tears. My mom smiled weakly as she walked towards me, box in hand. "Pattie left these for you, she wanted you to have them." I nodded my head slowly as I felt my eyes swell with tears at the mention of his mom's name. She placed the box on my lap as she sat next to me. I looked at her, scared that if I looked into the box, I'd completely break down. The look in my mom's eyes changed as she stared at me. "It's okay." 

I looked at my mom again, feeling my whole body begin to shake in sadness. "How can I get him back?" I croaked out before I completely broke down in sobs. "I know he's somewhere here, I know he's not gone. Mom, I-I can feel it. I can feel him." My breath was shaky as my mom pulled me into her embrace. "I-I need him." I sobbed. I could tell by my mom's shaky breath that she was close to tears. "I-I miss him." 

"We all do. But it's best that you mo-" 

"I can't move on." I told her sternly. I got out of her embrace and looked at her with hurt filled eyes. "How can you even say that?" I accused. 

"Sa-" she began but I cut her off again. 

"Just leave." 

"No, Sa-" 

"LEAVE." I spoke between gritted teeth. My eyes were wide, my tears had stopped but I could feel myself about to give in. She hesitantly nodded her head as she got up off the bed and closed the door behind her. 

My lip began to quiver again as I looked down at the box that lay in my lap. My heart skipped a beat, but not for the best as I read the label. Justin's Things. 

I sighed a shaky sigh as I began to peel back the lid covering the things inside. At what I saw made my whole body limp, my handa fell to my side and my eyes seemed to tear up even more. My heart and stomach were exploding in emotions but not the good kind. "Oh god.." I whimpered. 

I stared mindlessly at the pictures that lay in the box. It pained me to see how happy I was. How happy we were. I couldn't help but let my eyes wonder to his own. The caramel color that would often leave me breathless. If I had've known then that they would've been my last few days with him then I wouldn't of let him leave.