Ariana just had a horrible break up with Pete. After the break up, she was devastated and was really close to giving up on love, until she crossed paths with someone she had known for years. Will everything turn well, or will it just end up in anoth...
A week had passed since all the pain had started again, and I hadn't been feeling like myself. All I felt was strong guilt and pure emptiness. Mikey had been telling me that it was the drunk driver's fault and not mine, but I refused to listen. If only I wasn't so selfish and didn't run out of the house, this wouldn't be happening.
Today, I was allowed to leave the hospital since I recovered well, well physically. Emotionally, I had gotten so much worse. I had regained my ability to stand up, but still struggled to walk.
"Ready to leave, Baby?" Mikey asked. I nodded. Mikey then helped me to stand up and walk to the car where my mom was. I held Hope close to my chest, trying to prevent people from seeing her. She would be buried in our garden as soon as we arrive home.
In the hospital parking lot, there were tons of paparazzi snapping pictures while asking questions about me and the baby. I stayed quiet with my head hung low. We then finally made it to the car.
The ride home was silent. There were only sounds of my gentle sobs. I was crying on Mikey's shoulder while he gently stroked my forehead while rubbing my hand, trying to calm me down.
As soon as we arrived at home, we immediately went to the garden. We decided to bury her together with a rose seed, so that the rose would always remind me of her.
I looked at her and held her close one last time before putting her in the small casket Ashley gave. Mikey then dug a hole on the ground, and I placed the casket along with the seed. I gave him a nod, allowing him to put the dirt back into the hole. Right at that moment, I started sobbing really hard. Mom hugged me, trying to reassure.
After the burial was done, we went back inside and sat down in the living room. There, I saw a picture from my last ultrasound, the day Hope was gone. I picked it up and cried again. I decided it was time to tell my fans. They deserved to know too. I took a picture of the ultrasound and posted it on Instagram.
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I captioned it: heaven gained an angel three months ago. our daughter had gotten her angel wings. my heart broke that you're no longer here. i was looking forward to meet you. till we meet again, hope eloise grande-foster.
Post. Right at that moment, Instagram blew up. My post were filled with comments saying "i'm so sorry," "stay strong," or "rip angel," but some others were there to hurt me even more in this painful time.
A/N sorry for making you waiting again. as usual, i have tons of assignments. i'll try updating as soon as possible.
