Boy // n.h. [second version]

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BOY : Chapter Five

I was dressed up in a fancy black dress. My nose was sniffling like crazy, tears were streaming down my face.

Today I cried over the boy who I thought was beautiful.

I looked down at him, his beautiful blonde hair was laying against his forehead again, his eyelids were fluttered closed, his lips still had the pink tint to them. He looked peaceful. The only thing wrong about this situation was that he wasn't just sleeping like some of his cousins had asked their mothers if he was, and, he had rope burns around his neck.

My beautiful boy that sat in the back of my last period class, Niall Horan, was dead. He wasn't coming back. And as I held his cold, limp hand, while it was laying beside him in the casket, it dawned on me something that I never thought I was capable of.

"I looked down at the boy

who has marks around his neck.

His note wasn't long,

all he wrote was:

'The girl in the front

of my last period class,

is beautiful.'"

I loved him.

The End.

HIIIIIII SO I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS VERSION TOOOO :) IDK BOUT U (but I'm feelin 22) BUT I NEEDED SOME KLEENEX BC DAMN GURL I WAS CREYIN WHEN WRITING THIS

((I also picture the girl as me is tHis bAD?))