Gone | m.c. |

# 28

Lol it's my birthday, 10k was the best possible gift.
Well it's 1 am so not anymore...
( how cute is the attached link )
Anyways wow okay this is the second to last chapter.
I'm gonna miss this story so much, hope you guys check out my new one I will be starting. ( dont look at my other fanfics they suck tbh )

Much love for you lil muffin heads and once again you blow my mind everyday with how the reads keep going up and up. Thank you so much for always supporting me and I hope you enjoy, have an amazing day!

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And to think the amount of stares you get at a funeral is bad because they pity you, it's multiplied when some know you almost died.
The people I have already saw this morning all looked at me like I literally was dead.
I look down at my dress, the laced long sleeves shimmering from the shiny material. Resting my hand on my neck I smile when they find the necklace with my engagement ring on it, the one Michael originally put his initials on for me.
Sometimes we feel things that cannot simply be put into words and truly I believe that is why we use metaphors so much. Our actual emotions are so strong we can't really say them straight.

I have always loved that about myself. The one thing that never changed was how I spoke and thought. I love the feeling of knowing you're different then most people. They listen to a song without thinking about it and I find deep meanings that don't even make sense at times but I love it so much.

When I was young I was read the Ugly Duckling. Most kids would be upset that the duckling was treated so badly, but not me. I remember I felt happy for the duckling because it was different and different is good. Yes it may take time, but eventually you're going to become that beautiful swan.

"Ouch," I jerk my head as Emma tries to put my hair into place beneath my veil.

"Beauty is pain babe," she smiles laughing. "Are you ready?"

I nod standing, my dress falling in waves behind me.

"You look stunning," I hear a voice behind me say. Turning around, I make eye contact with my mother.

"M-mom?" I whisper lowly.

"I know you said something's and I could leave but I couldn't just miss my da-," I cut her off by walking over to her and wrapping my arms around her small frame.

"I missed you mom," I say breathing in her perfume.

"Come on now, no tears yet!" Emma smiles, as I hear the piano begin to play. "It's time."

I link my arm with my mother smirking happily, "Someone's gotta walk me down the aisle."

We walk to the doors, tapping once, hearing them pull open and all attention was on me.

You know how some say you feel the stares of everyone as you make your way down the aisle? I didn't.

The only person I saw and felt looking at me was the boy that I thought I had completely lost.

But if it's real, the things will never be gone. Love like that, like this, doesn't just go away.

Love is pain, and happiness, and heartbreak, and incredible. It's a crazy thing that seems so complex but in honesty it's so simple.

Love is love and you'll know when it's right. Like I do right now as I make eye contact with the love of my life. I smile at his lilac hair, it matching his purple tie.
He's perfect and so much more and I have said so many times that life isn't a fairytale but how is this not a fairytale? I might not be a princess in a castle but I have my Prince Charming.

I'm done being the sad girl that wanted to die. I can't be her anymore. I don't WANT to be that anymore. The day I woke up it mentally woke me up as well. I'm ready to live because recently I haven't been, I have just been existing.

I'm finally living and it's all because of this damn boy.