Growing Up With My Hazza

Done and over with

Braylin's POV.
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"NASH HE'S DEAD! HE KILLED HIMSELF! CALL 911 NOW!" I yelled to Nash, balling my eyes out.

I couldn't feel anything in my body except for the butterflies. Those were also the feelings i felt when i first met him.

They were there when he came, and they were there when he left.

***1 week later***

Nash's POV

We were all at Cameron's funeral.
I had been dizzy since Braylin and i had found him. But Braylin was worse. She has had No emotions, no feelings, i haven't heard her speak. Once.

The pain i was feeling for Bray was i think, worse than my own. I sat beside her listening to the man speak at the funeral. I was holding her hand while Jenn was on the other side of her crying with her arm around her shoulder.

With Braylin's mom's death and now Cameron's, it must be hard.

*Braylin's POV

Cameron Alexander Dallas is gone. My best friend. My boyfriend. My everything. The numbness in me hasn't faded one bit, i cant speak one freaking word even if i try.

I hadn't looked away from Cameron's open casket the whole time. His pale face looked relaxed. I still haven't read the letter, i dreaded it. I was too scared. But i needed to know, thats why I'm reading it when i get back to Nash, cam and my place. Oh. I mean Nash and Mine.

As we all got in line for a individual prayer in front of his casket, i couldn't go up by myself. So i brought Cameron's mom. This was only the 2nd time we met but i I held her hand still.

I went over to him and i could t help but rest my head on his chest and sob.

Nash's POV

This is the first time she has had ANY emotion since the day. She cried on his chest with his mother for about 4 minutes then they both kissed him.

I helped drag Braylin out of the building as his mom helped her to the car. "Thank you Mrs. Dallas." I said. She nodded and left.

***after the burying***

Braylin's POV

We got back home and I ran into My bedroom and opened the envelope cam left.

My beautiful Braylin,

What i did was not your fault at all, please dont think it did. It wasn't Nash's either. The honest truth is, i was already suffering from other things, it started back in high school. I was bullied to death basically.
Please please please keep my phone and all the photos we have. Everything. Look in the bottom drawer in my closet too babe. I love you from eternity and back, you dont understand. I love you.
~Cameron Alexander Dallas