I decided to start writing in this old beat up notebook because why not.
No, because your dead. Yeah. You're dead.
It was all my fault I swear. If I payed attention to the damn road instead of your amazing, breath taking, handsome, face. You wouldn't be gone.
But you are. So I guess I have to face it now. We all do.
I haven't told anyone yet. I don't know how I will. They'll figure out some time.
I don't think I have the guts to; I'm too weak. I've always been weak. Why did you fucking love me any way. I'm a worthless piece of shit who's weak as hell and couldn't do a damn thing right. I don't care that you said last week that you think everything I do is cute. It's beside the point now. Look at me, I'm an idiot.
But what ever. It doesn't matter now. All that matters is that you're dead and I don't know what to do. Or I do know what to do and I just don't want to face the truth.
Whatever, you're gone.
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So ya this is obviously going to be a depressing story and I won't have much of these ending things just because I feel like it messes up the story. But this is just letters that Rob wrote after Preston's death (obviously not real :b). Have a great day and a better tomorrow BECAUSE FREAKING THE WALKING DEAD IS BACK ON TONIGHT! I love you all <3 thanks for all the support ^-^
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273 Days Without You (MrWoofless ff)
FanfictionYou're dead and it's all my fault I could've saved you But I didn't I let the one who means the most to me die I let my lover, my boyfriend die And I'm so fucking sorry. I could've saved you Preston. I'm sorry ~ Preston is dead and Rob is left to d...
