This is just a bit of the story.
It's been two days. Two days with out her. Hearing her voice. Her laugh. Seeing her, everything. I feel like such a downer. I don't talk to the boys much or anybody these past few days. I should have gone with her. Then I wouldn't be in this pain. The pain I face every day. How can I live like this? The guitar I bought her was sitting on the couch in our dressing room. I picked it up and started playing Half a Heart, her favorite song.
"Only half a blue sky
Kinda there but not quite
I'm walkin 'round with j-just one shoe
I-I'm h-half a-"
I fell to the ground and started crying and the boys heard me.
"Niall it's-"
"N-oo it-its not! Its not ok Zayn I lost someone I loved!"
"Niall we all loved her-"
"But I loved her most! Nobody could love her more than me. She was my other half. I-I-I miss her!" I yelled at the boys and started crying again. My Ciara was gone. Gone forever.
