Ashton: All I want is nothing more. To hear you knocking at my door.
The stillness of the house echoed around Ashton. It was something that he wasn't used to. He was used to hearing any sound that alluded to the fact that someone else was home. But now there was only a dull silence that was so oppressive, and suffocating it made Ashton want to scream. It was the silence that maddened Ashton. You had left months ago, your cold words stabbing him through his heart. Each word a puncture to his skin, his pride, and his fragile heart. You had left in a storm and fury of emotion. Ashton would gladly take the shrieks and screams of you opposed to the deafening silence. When he walked up the stairs and he could hear only the dull thud of his own footsteps. He could hear only the dead beat of his heart, and the way his head thundered with every step. Dragging his feet along the dusty hardwood floor, he ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends and pushing open the door that led to his bedroom. It used to be yours as well, until you packed your things and left. He could still smell your perfume on some things, lingering as if it was his own personal torture. Collapsing onto his sheets he threw a hand over his eyes and breathed out heavily. So many memories flitted through his mind. So many shared memories happened on this bed. Nights of talking until the birds began to sing and the early rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains. There were nights of pure passion and lust, breaking the silence of the room with muffled cries and whimpers of pleasure. There were sleepy mornings where giggles would wake the other one up. Or the smell of hot coffee in the morning, as either one of you placed a steaming mug next to the bed. There were mornings when neither of you were inclined to move or get up, so you talked all morning about everything and nothing. There were mornings when Ashton was awake, and you weren't, and he would watch you sleep, smiling at your serene beauty. Hangovers. Tears. Laughter. Smiles. Serentity. Love. Not only did the bed hold significant memories for himself, but the entire house. Your laugher was in the corners of the walls, your smile was in the windows. Your touch was in the hallways. Your entire presence loomed in the very walls of the house. The silence a constant reminder that you were not there, and you probably were never going to come back. He yearned to hear you knock on the door, to confess that you had made a mistake and that you should have never left. Ashton continually envisioned you coming to him. He would apologize for every thing that had happened, you would forgive him, telling him that he was home. But instead he was met with the empty silence. He shook his head, burying his face in the pillow. Ashton realized fully that he had lost something so good, and that the knock would never come because you had moved on, and it was time for Ashton to as well.
Calum: When you said your last goodbye. I died a little bit inside.
The pain that Calum felt everyday was indescribable. Everyday there was a blinding pain suffocating him, making his chest feel as if it was constantly being pushed down. When he closed his eyes he remembered every moment of that day. Flash bulb memories were something that he saw. He saw the way your eyes studied his face one last time, your frail hand grabbing his fingers and squeezing so gently it was as if paper had caressed his skin. He still saw your pale face, trying to stay awake long enough to tell Calum you loved him. "I love you Calum," You whispered, the heart monitor beeping behind you. "Stop," He said, squeezing your hand gently. "You're not saying goodbye yet. You're not going anywhere." He said firmly. You shook your head slowly. "Calum I'm dying." You said matter-of-factly. "No you're not. You can't leave me," His voice cracked as he bowed his head. "Look at me," You whispered. "I won't be far from you Cal," You said, trying your hardest to smile. "I'll always be with you." You reaffirmed. "I want you here now. You're not going anywhere. This is silly, the doctors are going to help you. You'll get better, you have to." He said, openly weeping now. "Hey," You said gently. "I love you." You said, tears in your own eyes. "I love you more than you know." He said, wiping your cheek so gently for fear of hurting you. "This isn't goodbye forever," You said slowly, your eyes drooping. "I know," Calum said, pressing his closed fist against his mouth to muffle the gasping sob that threatened to escape. "I love you (Y/N). So much." He could barely see you now because his tears were obscuring his vision. "I'm tired Cal," You whispered. He bent down, placing a shaking kiss to your forehead, feeling the way your skin felt one last time. "Its okay baby, sleep if you'd like." He said, caressing your cheek. "Bye Cal," You whispered, breathing out. He couldn't talk now, because he throat was too thick. He was shaking, he wanted to scream and shake you, willing you to wake up. He wanted to cry for help but the doctors had already told you that it was her time, and there was nothing they could do. All Calum could do was sit down on the edge of your bed, watching your breathing slowly get slower, the beeping of the monitor slow down until there was no sound. Your breathing stopped, your hand relaxed and your face went slack. Within minutes you looked like you had gotten younger. There was no longer the flutter of your eyelashes, or the rise and fall of your chest. There was only stillness. And that was when the harsh reality hit Calum that he had just said good bye to you. You were gone, and you weren't coming back. He sobbed, it echoing around the quiet room, until he cries were noticed by the nurses. They realized you had passed, coming in and covering your face with the blanket. Calum grabbed the nurses hand before she could cover you and shook his head. "I want to see her," He cried. She nodded, giving him a sympathetic nod before leaving the room. He was shaking, his body trembling, his heart breaking with every passing moment. "I love you. I love you. I love you." He cried. "Come back," He weeped, but there was nothing he could do to bring you back. He felt overwhelmed. He wanted to scream, to cry, to shake you, to beg the nurses to do something, but he knew you were gone. There was nothing in his power to bring you back. His heart was breaking, shattering, and crumbling into tiny pieces. Some leaving with you, some falling to places that were becoming dark, some puncturing his lungs to it hurt to breath. He knew that he would never be able to mend his heart, because you were his glue that held him together. And now that you had died, a little piece of himself had died as well.
