Tour Bus Troublemaker// c.p.

•Epilogue•

1 year later...
Charlie's POV:
Today's a year. A year since I got the call from her sobbing, heartbroken mother, wondering what she did wrong to her little girl. A year since I was sentenced to jail, which I somehow got bailed out of. A year since I lost half of my own heart.

I've met with her mom several times, for a nice dinner and talking about her mostly. She's aged every time we've met, the circles under her eyes becoming darker and the wrinkles of her cheeks becoming more prominent.

I cancelled my tour when I found out. I cancelled everything in my life for a while. I knew I was the reason she did it. It was all my fault, and even though people attempted to comfort me and tell me it was never my fault, they were all lies.

I went to the funeral in Los Angeles. It was a lovely service, lots of flowers and fellow students crying over the loss of their classmate. Shawn was there. He offered his condolences and a shoulder to cry on. At the end of the day, even after what happened, he was still like a brother to me. Nothing would ever change that.

It's been a year since I lost my best friend. It's been year since I felt my heart tearing to pieces from the pain of knowing she was really gone.

And it was all my fault.

I ended up moving to Los Angeles. In fact, the house I bought was about a mile from where she had been buried. Sometimes, I drive to the cemetery and just sit by her grave. Sometimes I talk to her, telling her about my life now and how it's changed without her. Sometimes I sing to her. But other times I don't say a word.

Today I did all three.

I left my house at about 10 this morning, prepared to spend the whole day beside her. I even packed a lunch and brought a blanket to sit on. On the way, I bought some blue flowers, the color of her eyes.

I parked my car and walked to where she was. I'd been here so, so many times but I'll never get over the fact of knowing she was never coming back. I'd never see her beautiful face again or feel the power of her presence.

I laid the blanket on the ground and sat down in front of her.
"Hey, Kristen," I greet her and sigh, looking around at the reds and yellows of the leaves in the morning sun.
"It's a beautiful day out, huh?"

Tears well up in my eyes but I try to blink them away.
"I miss you," I say with a small smile.
"Always will."

We sit in silence for a moment before I start to hum a little song.
"It's been a long day, without you my friend," I begin, talking a pause to collect myself.

"And I'll tell you all about about it when I," tears begin to fall down my cheeks. I can barely get the next line out, it's merely a whisper.

"See you again..."

I must've cried there for 10 minutes straight. This was my fault. I did this to her. She always thought it was her fault, but really it was reversed. And all I could do now was beg for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry," I sniff and rest my head in my hands.

"I did this to you," I remark and wipe my eyes, though tears continue to flow.

"I'll never forgive myself, God, I never will," I cry.
"But I hope you'll forgive me, at least before I see you again."

"Please, please, please," I whimper and look at the sky for answers.
"God, please forgive me, Kristen."
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Kristen's POV:

She does.
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