Ok so I change my mind alot and I decided that the book was completed in the last chapter but I want to give you guys an inside look to all the secrets which never escaped Ashley. WARNING THIS EPILOGUE GONNA BE LONG WELL LONGER THEN I USUALLY WRITE.
P.S PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SONG WITH THIS CHAPTER.
**THOMAS'S P.O.V.**
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Sobs and Tears. That was all you could hear, everywhere you looked there were people dressed in black sitting in the seats of the church mourning the loss of the beloved Ashley Benson.
I heard them. I heard them all. Saying the same shit people say at everyone's death.
"What a beautiful soul lost."
"Died to young."
"We will always remember her."
LIES. All of them were lies. No one knew she was a beautiful soul because they never cared enough to cherish her beauty.Most did not even remember her birthday and they say she died to young. How will they remember her when they never chose to know her?
She didnt die young. She died happy with life.
She didnt die a beautiful soul. She died a soul which was unique like no other.
She will never be remembered. She will always be here with us in our hearts.
Only a few actually cared and they cared with no falseness behind their eyes.
Gathering up the little strength I had I slowly wiped away the tears and put up an emotionless face. Slowly I strode towards the casket lying in the front, I closed my eyes when I reached the casket. I Let my head fall and opened my eyes while I took deep breaths.
There she was lying in a silk dress, her eyes closed, the color drained from her face. Yet she looked so beautiful. My hands were shaking as a tear escaped my eyes. I didnt bother to remove it. I let my shaking hands go up to her cheeks. As I remembered her wholesome laugh. Nothing else like it.
Wake up.
Wake up.
WAKE UP.
WHY WONT U WONT WAKE UP?
"GOD DAMMIT WAKE UP? WHY WONT YOU?? PLEASE JUST BE HERE WITH ME.... please." I sobbed as I fell down on my knees with my head down and my hand intertwined with hers.
I felt the hands of some one caressing my back. I sobbed harder as I was pulled into the chest of the person. I instantly knew who it was. He smelled just like her. Like Jasmines. Wesley.
"Hey hey hey." he pulled back a little to look at my face. I know I looked like a sobbing mess to the people who were not so discreetly staring at me. "This is not what she would've wanted." I refused to look up my head bent down.
" Look at me Thomas." My head was getting dizzy. Spots lining my vision."Thomas? Thomas?"
Laughter. My head snapped at the sound of the familiar sound. Her face was glowing while she beamed at my reaction of seeing her. Her white gown flew around her as she stood a few feet away from me, her bare feet met the wet grass. The sky was outstandingly blue with yellow beams of the sun. "Thomas!" she shrieked and ran towards me to hug me. It felt so real as her arms wrapped around me, her face snuggling in my chest. My hands automatically wrapped around her petite figure.
"Ashley." I couldnt believe the words coming out of my mouth. She was here. "I cant believe this."
"Well duh ofcourse, dont believe this." My heart fluttered at her joyous tone.
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JugendliteraturPreviously known as Behind The Mask. Warning: I wrote this book five years ago when I was thirteen, there are ALOT of spelling/grammar mistakes. At times there might be jokes which are stupid as hell and there will be so many plot holes it will hurt...