OCD// a.g - t.a

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December 30 [A/N: please note that this is the same day that she was at the hospital it is sill Christmas Day.]

my heart was gone it had shattered tate was gone. but why? he was my support system. why was he given to me then taken away.

they said they would try to shock him back to life. but that it was very unlikely.

about 10 minutes had passed and they had officially declared him dead. and i am dead too, maybe not physically but mentally.

i had ran out of the hospital to the bridge at the park that I used to go to when i was little. me and tate would come here a lot this was our place.

i was sitting on the edge of the bridge with my feet dangling off the sides when i got the all too familiar feeling of wanting to scrub my hands clean, and wipe every single piece of dirt off of the bridge i was sitting on. it was not a good feeling.