oh well
☾
You sat on the bleachers pressing your hoodie closer to your chest trembling at the night cold breeze.
People around you were screaming and cheering for your schools team.
Your friends sat next to you.
"Hey is everything ok?"
and your friend asks concerned.
You fake a smile and nod confidently.
Everything was so different now.
You spot Grayson with a big number 47 stamped in the back of his uniform.
He looks around and finds you through the crowded bleachers.
as gives you a consoling smile and the play soon after starts.
He was the teams quarter back.
The stars looked brighter than usual,
And the wind was stronger than other days.
The game called a half time and you desperately stood up and went inside your school hallways.
You continued walking as you began to reach it.
You came to a stop staring deeply into the frame.
A hung jersey with Ethans last name and number printed on it,
8.
Down below it read:
In loving memory of Ethan Dolan
You sobbed quietly collapsing your body on the floor.
You hide your face in between your legs, hugging them tightly.
"Why did you have to leave"
You whisper
"Why" you said a little louder than before.
You sobbed louder and louder by the seconds.
Memories flooding your mind, of you and Ethan .
You remembered every happy memory.
Finally the feeling of Ethans weak, pale hand letting go of yours came to mind.
You were almost too tired to cry,
It happened every night.
You missed him.
You feel a pair of arms hold you.
You are careless enough to see, but you knew who it was.
"It's okay" Grayson comforts
"It really isn't"
"I know you miss him, I do as well but this is not what he would've wanted. He would love for us to live happily and move forward. It might be hard but he will always be looking after us from heaven, he's our guardian angel and he'll protect us."
You take a last glance at the jersey and smile
"I really miss you my angel"
☾
owns my heart
-Isabella.
