"And she will be loved."

Chapter 12

Chapter 12: "And she will be loved." 

A/N: this whole chapter is gonna be from tyler's pov. enjoy!

*Tyler's pov*

"Tyler... im sorry," she whispered and slowly, her eyes closed.

Goddamn it. She can't leave. No freaking way. She's gonna leave me here to suffer in Jefferson all by myself. No way. She can't do that to me.

"Becca... Don't go! you can't leave me here all alone! I need you!" i shouted at her, even though i knew it was no use. She was gone. Yet, i could not accept it.

I held her with her back against my chest, her body between my legs, sobbing into her hair. The rain hitting the ground as if a diva just broke her pearl necklace. She's gone. Forever. And we didn't even get to go for one proper date. And we'll never have one. My heart felt like it had been shattered into pieces, just like those glass pieces on the ground. I wrapped my arms around her, waiting for the police and ambulance to arrive. The car that hit the cab was long gone. The cab driver was still in his seat, blood oozing out from the back of his head. I knew he was gone too. 

As selfish as this sounds, all i could care about was Becca. I did not even feel a teeny bit sorry for the cab driver. Instead, i was angry. Angry at the world for making Becca go. Angry at fate for making her go in the worst possible way. The same way all her family members did. I knew that when the car hit her she did not feel terror. Terror was not in her eyes. Peace was what was found all over her face as she breathed her last breadth.

This day was meant to be one of the best. Now it's probably the worst. My worst fear had come through. The worst part?

Accepting it.

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*3 days after the accident*

I walked down the halls. By now, almost everyone in Jefferson knew. I passed Amber and Serena, and saw their emotionless expressions. When they found out, they cried pretty badly. Now I'm walking to art class, where i would have to sit beside an empty seat with an empty heart.

I walked in and sat down. Some people looked at me with a pitiful face. I looked out at the window, remembering the first time Becca sat down next to me. Remembering the first time she came over to work on the projects. Those memories put a smile on my face, but it faded the minute I realised and remembered she was gone. And never coming back.

The bell rang and class started with the empty feeling in my heart feeling more empty than ever.

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*1 week later*

Today's the funeral for her. Almost everyone from Jefferson was there and her uncle came. I talked to him when he came and he hugged me and said "Son thank you." i didn't know why he thanked me though. As i scanned the crowd at the funeral, i spotted dr Gilbert. She and I had a talk a few days ago, and she told me that I had to move on. But I guess that's what everyone's suppose to say when someone leaves. It was time for me to say my speech but I made it short, because some things that i wanted to say to her, i wanted to say when it was only her and me.

"I've known Becca since the day I entered Jefferson. I could tell she hated me at first, because of my cold and emotionless personality. But she changed me. She brought back who i really was. Though the number of days we've known each other for is limited, i loved her and i still do. I would go back to that same situation i was in that led me to Jefferson just to meet Becca all over again." with that i ended my speech, trying as hard as i possibly could to keep the tears from falling.

After a while, everyone was gone. Becca was six feet under. Her tombstone wrote, "in loving memory of...", with flowers on it, in which almost everyone put before they left. I ran my right hand over the grave, my left holding the art piece we had worked on and another in which i worked on myself. 

"Hey, I know you heard my speech just now. But thats not all i wanted to say. You broke down my walls. You did bring back who i really was. Whatever i said just now was true. You made my days in Jefferson so much better than i expected. " i knew i was tearing once i tasted my salty tears that trickled down and into my mouth, but i continued. "I made an art piece for you actually. I worked hard on it and that was my surprise to you on that day i asked you out. But i never got the chance to give it to you, nor see your reaction but here it is." i gave a small but sad smile and took the art piece out.

It was a full black canvas with a heart in the middle. A broken heart i would say. But there were stitches on it and a small girl at the corner, pulling on the stitches, trying to put the broken heart into one. The girl was Becca because she was the one who helped me to stitch that broken heart together again. The only one that could do that was her.

"I hope I made your days better. I hope I stitched back your broken heart too Bec. I'm mad, sad, hopeless, angry all at once because you can't just enter someone's life then leave but I will learn to move on one day, I promise you because I know that you would want that. But always remember this, you'll always have a place in my heart. I love you Becca." The last part, i whispered, so softly, i could barely hear it, yet i knew she did. Smiling sadly, I told myself that one day i would join her up there, one day. Just not today.

With that, i gave her a small smile, stood up and walked away, whispering to myself , "And she will be loved".

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A/N: the story's over guise! im sorry it turned out this way but oh welllzz. Hope you guys enjoyed our book:) We're writing another book so watch out for thatttt;) THANKS SO MUCH GUISE<3333 IT WAS SO FUN WRITING THIS BOOK WITH MICHELLE:****

-Rachel<3