Therapy

Goodbye old friend

A/N: ive been thinking about where I want to bring this story, because it could go two ways, and I feel like you guys know which ways I'm talking about and I also know that y'all are gonna hate me for the decision I have made. But just bare with me. ^~^ Also please watch the video above! It connects with the story!
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I grabbed the black and white checkered base guitar and slung it over my shoulder so it lay diagonally across my back, with the strap laying diagonally across my chest. I pulled up my hood and grabbed the Smirnoff bottle taking a sip.

"Are you Sure you wanna do this?" Edd asked me.

"It's not that I want to....it's that I have to." I said looking at the bottle in my hand. I sighed.

"If I stay here, I'm only restricting myself, letting the guilt build and build, I'm destroying myself from the inside out. I need to be free, I need a fresh start." I explained looking up at the green hooded boy.

He sighed. "So this will be the last time you're visiting him?" The purple hooded boy asked, showing up out of no Where.

"Maybe one day I'll come back, when I have a family of my own hopefully....maybe I'll have a longing feeling that I need to come back to speak to him, or maybe I'll just need closure." I shrugged my shoulders. "But for now this is goodbye." I said.

The two boys nodded then hugged me. I hugged them back. "Please be safe." Edd said. I nodded biting back tears. This was bad and I knew my next goodbye was gonna be a million times worse.....

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I walked through the gate and over to the gravestone where my beloved was buried. I squatted down running my fingers gently over the words engraved on the smooth stone.
(The date is not real)

Thomas Ridgewell
       1998-2016
A friend and a son.
"You can't have the sun without the rain."

I let a tear fall down my cheek. I sat against the back of the gravestone. The quote was something he told me while I was his therapist. I had forgotten that not all stories end with a happy ending.

"Happy 21st birthday Tom." I said taking a sip of the Smirnoff. I laid my backpack and the bass next to me on the ground.

(Normal is Tord italics is Toms 'ghost')

-Third person POV-
(Cue video)

"Dear best friend,"

"I hope that you're good, genuinely good."

"No I'm fucking horrible, without you."

The blue hooded male sat next to the red hooded one. Even though the red hooded one didn't know he was there.

"Since you've been gone it has not been easy."

"I know I watch you sit in misery 24/7 I'm watching you throw your life away."

"But i want to say thank you....even though it broke me into a million pieces when you left."

The red hooded male But back tears.

"I wasn't strong enough, I didn't deserve life anyways."

"I want to say thank you."

"I should be the one thanking you dipshit."

"Even though I miss you everyday..."

"Tell me about it."

"I want to say thank you."

"Just shut up already."

"Thank you for inspiring me, inspiring me to face my fears."

"I think it's the other way around."