It's been nearly a year since the accident. Also nearly a year since I walked out on everyone... When I got out of the hospital and the reality set in that I wasn't dead, everything changed. I cried any time that Niall touched me because I knew that he was the reason why I was forced to stay. I couldn't look at my older brother Louis the same way, knowing I was the reason why he jumped. I saw the boys and immediately thought that I was the reason their pain began. I thought all of these things and I don't know why. I left everything behind. Niall, Louis, Caleb, the boys, the girls, but the only thing I kept with me were June and my feelings for all the things I grew up with. I moved back to the house in Ireland, my heart breaking everyday that they didn't come to get us back. Maybe we were supposed to have that year away though, maybe we had to take the time to piece things back together. Now we're going back to the place where it all began... The spot where One Direction was formed... The building where my life started... Am I expected to just believe what they're all telling me? I missed out on a year of their lives and they missed out on mine. I wasn't there for my brothers or my husband when they needed me most. I would do anything to change the way my life went. Whether it's the whole thing, or just the day I jumped off that bridge. But maybe there's a reason behind why all of these things turned out the way they did. Maybe I'm supposed to be leading a messed up life with amazing people following my lead. It's hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember. I've learned to forget the risk, and take the fall, because if it's meant to be, then it's worth it all. It might take a year, it might take a day, but what's meant to be will always find a way. "I hate to see a guy who insults a girl or is bad with her, immediately I think she would be better off if she was with me. But what do I do when I let my one true love leave so easily?" -Niall
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