You lay on the ground. Leaves and soil in between your fingers. The smell of the fresh Earth surrounding you. Your hair is tangled in with the mossy, damp pathway. Crows fly over head, leaving nothing but cawing sounds. Trees rustle when the wind blows. Your hair blows also, only getting more tangled. You breath in, the air tastes like mold and decay.
"She's getting worse." Someone sighs. "She wont eat. She never leaves his side."
You carry on gripping the hand shaped soil and mumbling a conversation to the empty space next to you. You swore that he replied every so often. Even if it was just a 'Ok' or a 'Cool'. You swore you had heard him and only him. This started when he was buried. You layed down by his grave and refused to leave.
Calum had been gone a week.
There is an emptiness in your heart. It would never be filled again. you knew it. No one could make you feel like him. No one could make you feel as special. Not as if you were the only girl in the world, but you were the only one that mattered.
Footsteps were walking towards you. Slowly and quietly as if not wanting to disturb you. You felt a presence close by. You heard their breathing. You smelt their cologne.
"(Y/N) this is helping no one! You're just wasting away here. You need to come home please." The person cries.
"No. He needs me." You mumble.
"(Y/N)! Turn and look around you, there's no one by your side."
"There may be no one by my side, but as long as I am here, he is by my heart."
