I was two months pregnant when niall died or shall i say killed himself from all the stress and hate, i tried to help but he would just act fine and then lock himself in the bathroom for hours on end with no way for me to get him to come out or talk to me. One day i came home from the doctors to tell niall about our little girl but it was too late.All i was left with was a note on the kitchen counter with messy writing scribbeled on it. The letter said:
Dear casey,
Oh my casey i am so sorry for doing this to you, leaving you like this, i am so so sorry. I wish i had told you how much i loved you one last time before you left this morning, you will never be able to understand how much i actually love you. I would never leave you like this unless it got truly bad and i giess thats exactly what happened. If i could only see the way those turquoise eyes twinkle when i tell a lame joke or tickle you one last time, god im gonna miss those eyes. Casey i want you to move on, promise me you will find a man who will hold you at 2am when you have nightmares and who will kiss you when your feeling low, have your little girl Libby like we always talked about, we said she would have my eyes and smile and your gorgeous nose and hair, but i guess libby will have a different man eyes and smile and i hope he will love both of you with all his heart. I am sorry it had to end like this but please do all the things i never got to do with you.
Forever and Always,
Niall
