BEFORE READING PLEASE LISTEN TO WHISKEY LULLABY AND THE LALALALA's WILL MAKE SENCE
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“You’re impossible!” she screamed flailing her arms in the air.
“I’m impossible? You cheated on me.” he screamed.
“I hate you.” she yelled picking up her bag full of clothes. She stormed past him her body shaking tears falling down her cheeks. “I never ever loved you.” She slammed the door carrying only her little backpack and a lot of beat up memories with a boy she’d never stop loving. He slid down the wall memories playing through his mind her words echoing in his mind. His heart was mangled beyond repair, by a girl he’d always love.
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Years later and he was still crushed. The curly haired boy was pitied by all. He was a dead beat alcoholic living with regrets and a hollowed out heart. All he knew was he loved her. He could never forget the few words she uttered that day. “She never loved me.” he whispered to an empty room. His eyes filled with tears, crying was something he did often. Their pictures from years ago still hung on the walls, a tragic reminder of lost love. He looked at them. All he wanted was an escape anything to take the thought of her off his mind. Three years and he was still as hung up on her as day one. He was crushed, mentally and physically, he hadn’t sung in years, dropping out of the band when he couldn’t live up to expectations. The boys stopped coming around, pity was all they brought anyway. He couldn’t carry on with out her anymore.
He dragged his limp body up the stairs, his mind set on one thing. A release, an escape from her. He laid down on the bed picking up a pen and a scrape piece of paper. He scribbled his note and left it laying beside his bed. He picked up the heavy gun pressing the barrel to his temple. His fingers shook. “I never stopped loving you. This is the only way.” his words echoed through the empty house a bang filling the empty silence his body falling limply onto the white pillows, the blood staining the sheets, just another life gone in a world full of tragedies. The note lay beside him, his scrawl reading. ‘I’ll love her till I die.’
The Angels sang a whiskey lullaby
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
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She was nothing anymore, nothing without the love of her life. She’d quit her job and lived alone. Eventually her family stopped coming over and her friends slowly faded away. Nobody could be around somebody so depressing. She picked up the half drank whiskey bottle and took another swig, more memories flashing through her mind. The alcohol was nothing anymore, he was still in her every thought. How could she of let her every hearts desire slip through her nimble fingers. She picked up his picture clutching it to her heart.
Rumors spread fast in a small town. He’d killed himself, and no one was to blame except the alcoholic girl he’d loved. She knew it, no matter how much she denied it. She’d killed him. She drank another swig before going to the cabinet and opening the case, she thought she’d never need to use. She pulled out the small machine that had taken so many lives. She sat back down tears staining her clothes as she picked up his picture admiring his dimples and messy curly hair. “I love you Harry.” she pressed the cold metal against her forehead pressing her fingers to the trigger, a sob the last sound leaving her lips. Her blood seeped around her staining the couch. His picture still clutched tightly to her chest, a reminder of her love.
Her family found her, her body limp and pale on the blood stained couch. A single picture in her hand of a curly haired teenage boy, the one she’d loved for years. A terrible tragedy, in such a small town. Two lives lost to the mysterious world of love and loss.
None of the four boys expected to be standing at a funeral for two people that day. Two lifeless bodies, two lovers, two beautiful individuals who couldn’t live without one another. Words were said and tears were spilled, memories talked about. Flowers were put down on the wooden boxes lined with satin. The angles themselves seemed to sing as the lovers were lowered into the ground buried together.
The tragedy was left to be a small town tale, of love, loss, and sadness.
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
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A/N WHISKEY LULLABY MAKES ME CRY SO DONT LOOK AT ME! This was made by worshipziall on Tummbbllrr
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