LIFE.

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So guys my semester break is finally here so I'm going to update on this and keep checking on my new story!

Cheers - coolcalmclifford x

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Christina POV

2 years.

It's been 2 years since Lucy passed away.

I would be lying if I told you that I didn't cry every night until now.

I still think of her. I still think about her smile, her laugh, she was honestly one of my best friend.

And now she's gone.

That little getaway turned out even worst than I could ever imagine.

I knew she was suicidal but I didn't know she could have the strength to do it.

I honestly miss her until now.

--- Flashback -----

Luke POV

It was 1 past midnight and I was walking on the streets. I couldn't stand the idea of being in the hotel anymore. But I'm such a pussy god how can I just walk away from her?

Of course I was pissed when she told me that we were just playing because I didn't think of us that way.

But I shouldn't have just walked out on her like that.

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"Lucy?" I knocked on her door hoping that she's still awake.

I opened the door but no one replied. "Lucy?"

"Lucy I know that you probably don't want to talk to me right now" I said as I walked into the room, not really noticing the surroundings.

"But I just want to say I'm re-"

I stopped as I saw her laying on the bed. Oh she's probably sleeping.

I walked quietly towards her but I noticed an open bottle on the ground. I picked it up and when I saw what it was, I threw it away and ran to her.

"No no no...." I grabbed her up and shake her hoping she's really just sleeping.

When she didn't wake up, tears begin to stream down my tears.

"Pleaseee don't do this to me...I'm so sorry for everything I've done to you... I'm so-sorry.."

I then notice a note that was on the night stand and I knew it was her suicidal note. I couldn't read it. I don't think I will be able to. So I just slid it inside my pocket and continued holding her.

I called Christina after then and all of them rushed into the room. They all began to cry especially Ashton. Ashton had it the worst. I knew he had feelings for her so I didn't punch him again.

--- flashback ends ----

After what happened that night, nothing was ever the same.

Ashton moved away to the US 2 days after her funeral. He said he couldn't stand the thought of being here anymore. No one has came in contact with him ever since.

Calum was dealing with it, but he didn't come around anymore. He didn't hang out with us and once I caught him crying in his room.

Michael and I? We broke up a few months ago after what happened to Luke. He said he couldn't take care of me anymore and I understand. We still love each other though but he hadn't been doing well ever since.

And Luke? God I miss him.

He died in a car crash a year ago after Lucy's passing. He was drunk and was still crying over what happened to Lucy, and he drove pass a traffic light and a car crashed him.

He died on the way to the hospital.

There's not a day goes by that I don't miss that kid. He is everything to me and even though I didn't love him in the way that he does, I still love him. He is one of my bestfriend.

And now he's gone.

I couldn't cry in his funeral because I used up all my tears when I got that phone call.

Michael handled the worst out of all of us. He cried for months because he felt like he didn't treat Luke the way that he should be treated. He felt bad for taking me away from him(which was not true) , and he felt horrible for being an awful friend to him. Michael started drinking a lot and that is after we broke up, but I still do check up on him as many times as possible. I worried about him.

It's funny how life is, you know? You think just because you have the greatest friends in the world, life is perfect and everyone is happy. You would never know what will happen tomorrow, the next week, or even a month later. All of this happened in a blink of an eye and I sometimes regret some of things that I had done or said to people. Life is short. Make the best of it.

THE END.

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