imagine "nash doesn't love you" "you're just using him for fame" "you're a slut" "I saw you making out with Jack g" "your not good enough for nash" "your ugly" all these words being thrown at you. You know you shouldn't believe them but it's so hard to ignore them. You already had depression and anxiety. All of Nash's so called "fans" made it worse you started cutting 10 times worse you couldn't take it. One day Friday September 13, your birthday, was the worse people telling you to kill your self cut deeper and so much more you couldn't take it. So that's what you did you cut deeper you cut one of your veins. You lied on your bathroom floor, your life slowly slipping away. Your mom found you when she got home. Her first instinct was to call nash you guys loves eachother and she knew you would want him to be the first to know. PHONE CONVO: M= your mom
N= nash
M: nash honest I need you to sit down.
N: is everything ok
M: no honey I found y/n lying on the bathroom floor... Dead
Nash broke down crying he couldn't take you not being in his life. But he couldn't end his either. He had his fans he had to be there for. Later that night nash tweeted "I hope you guys are fucking happy y/n is dead my love and my life is dead some fans you are" the next week nash had an interview "is it true that your gf y/n recently died?" The interviewer asked. Nash looks down and gives a small nod before letting a tear slip. "I loved her and I always will.
