It had been an hour since I had gotten the call that changed my life. It still hadn't hit completely hit me yet, probably because it was only 3 a.m. I wasn't crying like everyone was expecting me to be doing. I was just staring out of the window, watching the cars passing as we drove to the hospitial. "Where are we?" my six year old sister asked, finally waking up. "We're driving to the hospitial. You need to go back to sleep, Elizabeth," my dad told her. "Why are we going to the hospitial?" she asked. "Shawn was in a wreck," my mom said simply. "Arden's boyfriend Shawn?" she asked. "Yes," mom said. As the conversation between Elizabeth and my parents went on my breathing got faster and so did my heart. Now that I was hearing it being spoken to a six year old it seemed more real. But it couldn't be, I was going to wake up and everything was going to be fine. Shawn would fine. As we pulled into the hospital parking lot I was begging to wake up. I counted my fingers. 1. 2... 6. 7.. 10. I had ten fingers. I read somewhere that in dreams you have extra fingers. So this was real.

i could still hear the music. it was muffled, but I could hear it.

Not all love stories end with a happy ending

And she, the beautiful girl with angel eyes, continued to believe there was something left to love. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]

❝-if i give you twenty reasons to live, would you stay?❞ © nohanthony 2015 story idea by: michaelclifford

He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]

Her smile was weak, and it was as though she used all her energy to do so. I would do anything to get a beautiful healthy smile that I love so much from her. So I sing. all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 || jackie sanchez ; momentswithourboys

At this moment, I was pretty sure we both had the same shocked, wide-brown-eyed expression on our faces as our mouths hung low and both of our sets of friends stared at us. Why? Because here we were, the two people who made it their mission to avoid each other, standing closer than they had ever been in 5 months.