Just Not Meant To Be

28~ Gone

Ashton Camarda

Today is the day. I have to fly to LA and tell Tatum that Landon has passed away. My dad said, that mine and her name were the last words he said. Meaning he wanted both of us with him at his funeral.

‘Why do I deserve this? Where the only words I could hear and think about. But then again. Everyone deserves something. Death, Failure of Love, Hatred, etc. We all get it. So no need to brag yourself down Ashton.’ My right side of my brain mumbled to me.

‘I know. Shut up, I'm on my way.’

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I pressed the ringer.

“Holy fuck it 7 on a Saturday what do you want?” I can hear Tatums voice on the other end.

“I have some uh, news.” She opens the door, in only a robe, that's not even closed. She quickly closes it and looks at me.

“Whoa, you're in all black. Haven't seen all black since. NO.” She trembles and falls to the ground, already knowing the news. I bent down and rubbed her back, cooing shh.

“Babe, what happened?”

“Yeah, I can hear her crying from the office.”

“Uh, a member in her friends died, on Wednesday. My mother made me come her and tell her the funeral is today.” That only made her cry worse. Ace picked her up and sat her on the couch.

“I'm so sorry Ashton.” She stands up and hugs me, like she use too.

“I'm fine, how are you feeling?” I ask, and she pulls away.

“I will be fine as well. When do we leave?”

“Uh, its at 1.”

“Alright, Ill pack for the weekend. You guys will too.” She says to Ace and Sawyer.

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Tatum Bartra

Landon was gone. Dead. And, I left him. When I should've stayed. I feel horrible, but so do everyone else. Nobody could really do something to a rare cancer he had. Just like Ryleigh had. 9/18/14 The day we lost Landon.

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After the ceremony and everything, we headed back to the Armstrong house, since the funeral was in Great Falls.

We talked amongst ourselves, and when it came to sleeping arrangements, we left to the hotel. Instead, I drove to the best tattoo place in town, with Ace, Sawyer, and Ashton. He said he will get the same tattoo as me.

I was to get IX.XVIII.MMXIII Landon, on my left inner triceps. He got it on his chest. When we finished, we went to bed. The next day was a blur, and we left home early. Where, Liora, Kian, Nyla, and Syron wait.

“Why are you guys here?” I ask, as I invite them in.

“We heard. So we came by.”

“Oh, its fine. But look, I was hoping to go to Vancouver to get Ryleigh's done, but since Lioras preggo, it wouldn't be as cool as we thought.” I showed them the date for Landon on my arm.

“I’ll wait till hes out, then Ill get it, with you guys around. I don't mind if you get it today. Or later on.” Liora says.

“Its a boy!?!?!?” I squeal.

“I'm hoping it is.”

“Why you want another Kian running around? But good luck. And I just got this one so Ill wait awhile for my next tat. And I'm not in the mood today to do walking and stuff, so how about a movie night? Or game night?”

“I'm not playing COD with you ever.” Sawyer says crossing his arms.

“She beat you huh?” Kian asked.

“Like 10 times, both me and my brother were in shame.”

“Damn, you got better. I guess movie night.” Kian announces.

We watched tons of movies and had a good time, the girls fell asleep earlier, me first. It hasn't been the best week for me.