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# 21

I'm sorry guys don't hate me alright...
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(Present Day) - November 17th
I look around, so many people.
How could he think he was unimportant?
The doctor told me 2 months.
It was 2 weeks.
I pick at my black tights, sitting in the very front row.
Over the past two weeks, they have been the best two weeks I have had in a very long time.
I got so close to Ashton, he is...was such a spectacular person.
Like I said, the best people get treated the worst.
Not only did this boy fall in love with me within those two weeks, I just might have loved him back.
I look around, hearing the soft sniffles of the people around me. God if only people knew how many lives they have affected. Looking over at the podium, I see the priest nodding at me signaling it must be my time to speak. I stand walking over to it, everyone noticing and quitting their chatter.
I observe their faces, seeing the same expressions.
Sadness, understanding, sympathy.
I go to slip out the piece of paper I scribbled down the eulogy onto but I stop myself.
"You speak from the heart Dre," I hear Ashton's voice ring in my ears.
I clear my throat taking in a deep breath not letting my tears fall.
"Ashton Irwin, what a simple name for one of the most amazing people I've ever met. When I met Ashton, I was in a rough place... I gave up on everything and then he showed up one day. I have noticed that bad things happen to good people, look around. They are everywhere, usually the ones we love because we are force to just watch them suffer. Luckily, in his last days... he was happy." I smile sadly, wiping under my eyes.
"He left a mark on my heart and I won't ever forget him. I'm not one for cliché speeches, like everything happens for a reason, or he is in a better place. But, with Ashton it's different. I don't know why, but somehow I know he's okay. It's not fair, he was so young and bright and had so much ahead of him. Life is never going to be fair though, and have to make the best of it, because well...it's life. It's hard to just get out of bed sometimes but you have to remember you have a reason you are alive. In Ashton's 21 years, he managed to help so many people, especially me. No, he may not have lived to 100 but his life was not wasted. I'll miss him, everyday, but as the time goes I will accept that I should be grateful we were able to have him this long. The world lost a great man, and gained the memories he left that will forever stay with us all."
As I finally look up, most of the crowd is crying. I find Ashton's mom and younger brother Harry and I see him smiling, tears rolling down his cheeks.
I spot a figure, wearing all black in the back, walking away towards the cemetery.
I walk down one of the aisles, feeling hands rub my arm and I shrug them off starting to run after the person.
"Hey!" I yell, them still speed walking into the cemetery.
I finally catch up to them, as they stop at a large oak tree.
"Why didn't you stop?" I ask panting slightly, as I look down at their feet.
Only one person I know would wear black skinny jeans and converse to a funeral.
He turns, and I back away slightly falling onto the ground my tights ripping. I look up finally making eye contact with the boy I thought I would never see again.
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Who is it?
Maybe it's Ashton back from the dead, possibly Calum or Luke? Let me know who you think!
I also would like to apologize for killing of Ashton, I'm so sorry. I know most of you didn't want me to kill him, but I promise it's all gonna turn out well. :)
-loser Sam that kills hot aussies