I wanted to turn back time. I wanted to be with you again. If I had a magic lamp, I would only have one wish. I would wish that I could stay longer with you- to spend a lifetime with you. But I guess the odds weren't in our favor. It never were. It never did. If heaven could hear me, I beg of you to give me another chance to be with him. Please. (Trigger Warning: This story contains hints of suicide)

"Seeing you up on the stage and smiling genuinely is more than enough for me." (A/N: another random angsty stuff *cOuGhs* forgive my description i suck at it uwu)

"If I could turn back to the time where the word 'us' still exist, would you still be here by my side?" (A/N: I'm back with another angst short story uwu)