imessage | j.w.d

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a month later

less than a month ago, we all had to decided not to break the news about mariyah yet. her funeral happened a week after she died. I've been okay. ish. tylers just became worse. josh has been fine. we still couldn't believe it. josh let me stay with them longer as I would be alone if I went back home. and it was actually nice to have a bit of company anyway.

tyler hadn't come out of his room since the funeral. I went to him and begged him to come out. he wouldn't. I started to cry and beg. he looked even sadder. he then got up and followed me down, where josh was. he hugged his best friend and we all sat down. I looked at mariyahs Instagram. she had nothing on for a whole month. everyone was commenting on her last pic which was a smiling happy tyler:

@mxriyxh.__: babey🥺

I sighed and turned my phone off. tyler was picking at his skin.
"tyler no!" I removed his hand from his pink skin and clutched it. "sorry"
"don't apologise" I say.
"tyler whatever happens, don't hurt your self okay? she wouldn't want you to. she wants you to be happy"
"she's gone"

"she's most happy when your performing. me and josh are here for you. so are your family and his family and my family. your fans and friends to. we don't want you to be sad"
"a little too late to say that now" he got up and walked to his room. great. I ruined it. I sighed and turned some music on. heavy dirty soul came on, which was one of mariyahs favourites.

then I started to sob to. I missed her. It actually hurt inside that she wasn't here anymore.
"don't cry" she says.
wait.
I look up. the garden door is open but no one is around.
must be dreaming.