stalker - l.h

❊ twelve ❊

"so how is it up there?

i bet it's great.

i always imagined me as the first to go.

apparently god has a different plan for everyone.

have you ever thought of why people always assume that their friend or family member who died is automatically in heaven? like, what if they're in hell and you're making a fool out of yourself by saying 'how is it up there?'" i chuckled.

"i guess you know about the girl right?

i guess she would never love me like i do her. i hope she could love me at one point.

you can't love your stalker though, right?" i picked at a small flower that grew out of the grass about an inch away from ashton's grave.

"i wish you were still alive, you always could talk to me and even if you couldn't, you made time to talk to me.

i always would think what it would be like if one of us died, it's way worse than what i ever thought.

well i guess i should go ashton, goodbye" i stood up and walked away from his grave, going back to michael with small tears in my eyes.

it was monday and i was sad over a dead person.