*The Letter*
First of all, I just want to apologize for ignoring you. Only recently did I realize that you may have thought it was because I regret that night. I promise that I don't. That was the best night of my life. I have had feeling for you for a long time. I realized that it is very possible that I love you. Okay, I know for a fact that I love you. But that's why I did what I did. I didn't want you to be bullied for being with me. You have no idea of the pain I felt whenever I saw the hurt in your eyes. It was slowly eating at me. But I bore it, for you.
I've been depressed for a while now. I tried taking medications but none worked. I cut in the past but quit. However I started again once I saw the pain I was causing you. I can't go on living this way.
After our night together, I thought you could be my cure. Then I realized what might happen to you and I decided I couldn't do it.
Trust me, it's better this way. I love you
*End of the letter*
Now I stand at his headstone. It has been one year today since he committed suicide. This is the first time that I brought our daughter, Darcy. She has curly brown hair and green eyes just like him.
"It has only been a year but it feels like a lifetime." I said as I tried to wipe my tears away. Darcy was flipping in my arms making it difficult. "This is Darcy babe. She reminds me a lot of you. I miss you so much. I wish you were here with us." As I said those last words, Darcy stopped moving. It was as if someone was putting their arms around me, making me cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
"I will always be here..." The wind seemed to whisper. I started to cry harder and decided it was time to leave. Taking one last look at the headstone beside me 'Harry Edward Styles 1994-2012' As I was turning my head away, I could have sworn that I saw my green eyed boy standing beside the stone with a big smile on his face. He was finally happy.
"I love you. Goodbye Harry."
The End
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