(Jay's POV)
I gripped the stone tightly, as I sobbed my eyes out. And ran my fingers along his name engraved on it. This has been my life ever sense he died. Well this, and drinking. It's really been the only thing that keeps me from crying. I'm lovesick. No... I'm lovesick for him, and him only.
I traced the letters in his name over, and over, and over. Until finger felt like it was going numb.
D.A.N.I.E.L R.O.S.E M.U.R.I.L.L.O
Danny. The only thing that really goes through my mind anymore. Everything I do, say, touch, or hear, all goes back to him. If it wasn't for him, words wouldn't have meaning.
-The first month-
"Jay... I think it's time to move on. It was an accident, and there was nothing you could do about it. So, lets just go an-" Matt said, before I cut him off.
"Shut the fuck up!" I screamed getting up from beside Danny's grave, "You didn't fucking know him like I did! You don't know what it's like to lose someone like that! So stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, and LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"
I shoved him back and went back to Danny's grave. Tears streaming down my face.
- - - - - - - - - -
Fire. He died... in a house fire. I haven't been able to eat anything hot sense. Shit, the sight of a stove terrifies me. So, you could just assume that I don't eat vary healthy, or I just don't eat at all. I can't bear it.
Danny always liked to cook. But more likely, bake. He always had and sweet tooth and would let me taste whatever he made. And he was really good at it to. But all the sweets I've eaten sense he passed is just gross. I always cried afterward to, feeling really disgusting and more often then not, throwing it up.
But after all I've gone through, I know he's not coming back. And there's nothing I can do about it. This has been going on for three years, and I think I'm done. I'm done crying. I'm done drinking. And I'm done being such an asshole to people for no reason.
"Danny," I said, rubbing the top of the stone, "I think I'm done. I don't wanna cry about this anymore. Please understand that... That I just want this all to end..." I kissed his grave stone, before getting up and leaving. Hopefully being able to eat something when I got home.
A/N- This is not my idea, but I just wanted to see what it was like to write it and put an ending to it to.
