I was walking towards your grave again. I had memorized everything from walking out of the flat and going here. I wasn't really thinking about anything on the way. But my mind and heart know where I want to go, so they lead me here again. I don't know, Bailey. It's just that whenever you're away from me my heart keeps calling you.
I stayed there for a few hours. I looked around me and saw a familiar grave. That was your grandmother's. With a blink of an eye, another memory came flooding to me. It was you and me, sitting across your grandmum’s tombstone. You caressed the family crest that was en grave at the top of the tombstone. Her epitaph was swimming inside my head.
The words, "Keep the faith and believe." was enough to describe your grandmother's life. It was all in there, but people have to look and analyze it to get what she actually means.
The rain had started to pour, but I was still silently sobbing to you. I know you hate it when I cry. Don’t worry, I promise I will be strong. I just don’t know yet when will this sadness subside.
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Hauntingly Beautiful: Niall Horan Fanfiction
FanfictionNote: I wrote this without proof-reading it, and I was twelve. Please bear that in mind. Talking to you was surprisingly easy. Even though you won't reply to anything I say, I know you hear me. It's quite comforting actually. I had always loved talk...
