A/N: Sorry I'm so crappy at updating this. Its not like I don't have time I'm just really lazy I'm going to try to pick a day to update. Thanks for reading. So here's the new chapter.
Ash's POV
Weak. He's weak. Andy wanted to save lives. I never thought I'd see the day he tried to take his own. He's weak. He had us. The entire band. Millions of fans. We weren't enough. How weak. He left us. He left them. He left me. It felt like he did this just to spite me. I sat on the floor with my back against the wall and I could hear everyone murmur about what happened. Enough to kill two people. How'd he get drugs. Not from me. I'm clean. He could've called someone. Why? Why? That seemed to float between the empty spaces between us. Why? Why? Why? The answer was silent but I heard it. It's my fault. He killed himself because I was an idiot. Because I couldn't straighten out my feeling. Because I pushed him away. I remembered the day we met. I'm Ashley. I said shyly. Not many guys were named Ashley. He shook my hand. "Ashley. Mm... Ashes. I like it. I'm Andy.
He was so accepting. He was friendly. He was perfect. Black hair and bright blue eyes. He was the lead singer of a great band and he was my best friend. He was almost mine and I pushed him away. "Mr. Purdy?" And man in a white coat asked. The doctor. I looked up at him. "Mr. Biersack is awake and he's asking for you." Andy...
A/N: So Andy lives. Let's see if makes it. Enjoy Bryan Stars quoting Fall Out Boy. Thanks Pete Nami
