Rory's pov~
Living in a
World so cold
Wasting away
Living in a shell
With no soul
Since you've gone away
Living in a world so cold
Counting the days
Since you've gone away
You've gone away
I feel numb
I can't come to life
I feel like
I'm frozen in time
I'm too young
To lose my soul
I'm too young
To feel this old
So long
I'm left behind
I feel like
I'm losing my mind
Living in a
World so cold
Wasting away
Living in a shell
With no soul
Since you've gone away
Living in a world so cold
Counting the days
Since you've gone away
You've gone away
From me
It's cold, dark, and the feeling of being watched ran threw my body. I have nothing left but darkness. I'm unaware of my surroundings. Ashton, I miss him so much.
Ashton's pov~
I laid on my bed, crying, she was gone, she really was. I looked for 10 months not one trace. I begged an pleaded my dad to bring her back, the more I did, the more he knew how much it hurt me.
"Ashton, are you ok?" Calum said walking in.
"Cal, I love her, I miss her, I want her lips on mine again. who knows where she is. her poor soul, locked up somewhere. Is this what it feels like to have your heart broken? Rory, she was everything to me, i didn't even get to explain to her how much I love her. and if she truly is gone. my life, well I don't want to exist anymore. she just means that much to me cal." I mumbled clutching onto the pillow besides me. Calum looked at me and patted my arm.
"Well find her, even if it takes a long time, we can find her, then y-" I cut him off.
"10 months Calum! it's been 10 months! and we haven't found her! dad probably threw her somewhere in the pits of hell for all I know!" I yelled.
Satan's pov~
I smirked to myself seeing ashton being completely clueless.
I can give you a hint.
She really isn't gone.
You can just say,
See threw?
Or invisible.
"Hey dad" Michael said walking into the room. I turned around and smiled.
"How are ya boy" I asked, putting my arm around his shoulders.
"Well, ashton can't see Rory, I would say perfectly fine" he laughed.
Ashton's pov~
I can feel her with me, as if she was cuddling into my chest. her hand drawing circles on my arm, but it was just my imagination.
It was just my imagination.
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The lost soul
Фанфикe·vil ˈēvəl/ adjective 1. profoundly immoral and malevolent. "his evil deeds"