oneshots | diza

death

death is a thing we all dread, don't lie. once or twice you've laid in bed, unable to sleep because of the thought; one day your life will end, and no one will remember you. unless you do something remarkable. i wish she could've stayed long enough to do something remarkable though her life was cut short, she tried her hardest to get to the goal she so badly wanted, success. she wanted it, needed it. she felt like her life wasn't complete without it. 

but alas, her life is over. she never reached her goal, now she was with the golden stars above me. in my mind, she was always a star. never failing to impress me with her beauty, inside and out. she was my biggest accomplishment, she was something i felt the need to show off. as she was better then me in every way, the world didn't deserve her. I didn't deserve her, she was the best thing that had ever happened to me. i feel like i can't live without her next to me. 

she'd died in a plane crash, seven months ago. me and all of my friends haven't been the same, i stopped posting videos, me and jason quit the podcast, i fired my high school friend as she had nothing to do now that i didn't have a job. and i didn't have any income, so i couldn't pay her. me and gabbie were the most affected, as we were closest to liza.

i tap my fingers on the marble counter top, watching my girlfriend eat cereal. a pretty basic action, but her doing it made me feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach. she looks up at me with a smile, which i return. "take a picture, it'll last longer." i smile before laugher breaks out between us, filling the silence that the room was left with. 

she gets up, putting her bowl in the sink before filling it with water then pouring it out. i wrap my hands around her waist tightly, resting my head on her shoulder though she's shorter than me. she smiles before turning around to look at me, cupping my face with her hands. the ring i gave her cold as it touched my warm face, sending a chill down my spine. she laughs and connects our lips in a quick peck, our lips molding together perfectly. she pulls away with a smile on her face before slipping out of my grip and walking to the couch. 

a tear falls from my eye, rolling down my cheek. i hear a knock at my door, wiping my eyes before i get up to open it. my eyes widen, as i see the girl who i thought was dead standing right in front of me. 

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