Ghost Of You - Punkiplier: Not So Bad Boy Sequal

Losing You

"He wanted you to have this.." Thomas handed you the bag before leaving.

Your mother looked at you, teary eyes. "baby i'm-" "please don't." You interrupted her and left to your room.

You sat on your bed.

Staring at the bag that you sat on the floor.

He's not dead..

He can't be...

He promised he would stay by your side..

Promised to protect you..

He promised..

You grabbed your phone and looked back at your texts with Mark.

Mark: 'I know its not healthy to question things..

but y did u say yes?'

'For the same reason u thought i was going to say no 😊'

'When you say stuff like that it makes me feel like i dont deserve you!'

'😘❤'

'😘❤❤'

You scrolled back down to the last message that happens to be his.

'WHERE YOU AT GURL!'

That was when he picked you up.

The last time you saw him..

The last time he held you..

Wait.

This had to be a joke!

He's not really dead!

You texted him.

'ur not really dead.. are you?'

that was a stupid thing to ask. But honestly you don't think he is! He's not dead.

He's..

not..

Is he?

You sat your phone down and opened the bag.

You pulled a long narrow wooden box with your named hand carved on the lid.

You opened it to find a rose gold heart locket necklace. Under the lid of the box read, 'I know your heart had been broken many times before, but consider this as my heart that i shall give to you while i repair yours. And I made sure to lock up my love for you ❤'

You examined heart locket. There was a key hole..

Where's the key?

Next was a small stuffed box plushie with a bow.

On the bottom had the words 'Tiny Box Tina' stitched in a darker shade of pink than that of the plush itself.

You pulled out a jar labeled

'❤REASONS WHY I LOVE YOU❤'

Your mother walked into your bedroom.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You just stared at the unopened jar full of white folded papers.

"I'm fine.." you muttered. You felt okay.. As far as you could tell that is.

"His funereal is three days from today." her voice was soft and sympathetic, just as a mother's voice would be.

Silence.

"I love you, _____.." she muttered before slowly closing the door.

Suddenly an overwhelming feeling of sorrow crashed upon you like tidal waves that tore and drowned all sense of emotions.

Checking your phone for a reply only made it worse.

This is it. This is real.

He is gone..

He's not coming back.

The painful regret of not saying "I love you," or showing how much he truly means to you began to weigh heavy on your still beating heart.

How did things come to this..

Why did he have to die?

Why today?

You fell back onto your bed and curled up, snuggling a pillow.

No more of his warm embrace.

No more of his deep voice,

Or his laughter.

No more of his beautiful brown eyes.

That child like smile that seems to somehow glow with utter joy, like nothing is wrong with life.

No more of his cute little "important messages that you need to know" which are just really "I love you, you are so beautiful" messages.

No more of Mark.

A world without Mark is like a world without childlike joy.

A bleak and colorless world.

Everything means nothing and nothing has a purpose, so there is no point of life.. How does someone like Mark giving meaning to all living and nonliving things?

How does he give them a purpose to exist?

How?