"You can't leave me." You cry. "Stay with me! Look into my eyes. Don't fall asleep!" You are sat on the floor with your boyfriend, Ashton, on your lap. He has overdosed on purpose. I knew something was wrong. The hate was getting too much. He's awake and the ambulance is on it's way. You two had been fighting a lot lately as well. You two decided to call it off two days ago. You came back to pick up the rest of your things to see him layed on the ground, barely awake.
"I was never ready for you to leave me." He whispers, his eyes getting heavier.
"And I'm not ready for you to leave me!" You push his hair out of his face. "Don't leave me. Please" You cry.
"(Y/N) Plea-" He was cut off by the ambulance bursting into the house and running to find you. Once they find you both in the bathroom and they push you off of him.
"(Y/N)!" You hear him cry. This only makes your sobs get louder.
"Please! I need to be with him!" You scream trying to push your way towards him, only to be restrained.
"He needs to get to a hospital." One of the crew shouts.
"(Y/N)! I NEED (Y/N)!" You hear him cry and then he's placed on a stretcher and carted off to the hospital.
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That was the last time you saw him. He might've kept fighting if he wasn't alone. He was alone for his last minutes. You place the lillys you had bought on his grave.
"Do you remember the nights
We'd stay up just laughing
Smiling for hours at anything
Remember the nights
We drove around crazy in love." You sang quietly.
"Do you know? I was never ready for you to leave me either."
