V I K T O R I A
Today was the funeral of Ashton.
I didn't dare talk to anyone, except Kris and Ann. ((a/n: Ann is Ash's mumma))
I wore a lace black dress that went above my knees. I applied a little foundation and a tad bit of eyeshadow, just for the sake of decency.
I slipped on a pair of black flats and made my way to the car and hopped in.
It's been five days without him. I felt empty, to say the least. I was depressed, and clearly everyone saw it, and there was no hiding it.
I prepped my hair into a high ponytail and put my sun glasses on. Ashton's old raybans. It used to be his favorite.
I wipe my tears, and quickly snapped back to reality.
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His family flew from Sydney to see him. His dad nearly had a heart attack when he saw Ashton on the coffin, and his mom hasn't stopped crying ever since.
Harry, his little brother, was silent and so was his sister. They never spoke to me. To anyone, and I felt like I wanted to do the same.
Luke, Michael and Calum came too, along with Daisy, Ally and Gwyneth. They wore suits and matching dark blue ties. Dark blue. His favorite color.
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I was asked to deliver a message, and I quickly agreed. I walked over to the mini stage, and started speaking.
"As you all know, I'm Viktoria, Ashton's fianceé. Ashton has been my bestfriend for 10 years now, and his girlfriend for 6 years. I loved him since I was first grade, when he was asked to recite the alphabet song and he cried because he forgot how to pronounce Z." I spoke, while the people laughed.
"I still love him, though. He was the ideal bestfriend, and absolutely the best boyfriend." I smile, looking back to him.
"Ash, wherever you are right now, I hope you're doing fine. I love you so much, 'til we meet again, hun." I mumble, tears clouding my eyes immediately.
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I woke up the next morning, tears in my eyes.
I've dreamt of him again, for the third time this week.
Every time he appears in my dream, it's always the same.
"I'll never leave you, Viktoria. I live for you. I love you."
Those were always his words when he appers in my dreams, and to be honest, I believe it.
He has fullfilled his promise, even though death got on our way, I still believe he has fullfilled his promise to me.
This promise of his has conquered love and death, and I'm proud to say that promises are really not made to be broken.
