This is a sad and kinda depressing song fic. The song is Slipped Away, by Avril Lavigne.
Disclaimer: I do not own the song, and I am not Meg Cabot…unfortunately.
The second time he died he never came back as a ghost. I thought he would. I was sure of it. I waited in my bedroom, certain I'd feel his arms around me, telling me we'd still be together.
But I never felt them again.
I miss you.
I miss you so bad.
I don't forget you.
Oh it's so sad.
I was at school when he died. The doctors say the cause was from a heart attack. His neighbours however, said that they heard him yell, followed by a huge crash. They couldn't get through his door-it was jammed.
I hope you can hear me.
I remember it clearly.
The day you slipped away.
Was the day I found it won't be the same.
I was the first on the hospital called. They searched his wallet and found my picture, along with my number. But when I got there, it was too late.
I didn't get around to kiss you.
Goodbye on the hand.
I wish that I could see you again.
I know that I can't.
When I got the call, Paul was trying to get me to tell him what was wrong. I didn't though. I just pushed him out of my way and ran out of school, up towards the hospital.
When I was running, I was thinking 'at least if he dies I'll still be able to see him'.
How wrong I was.
I hope you can hear me.
I remember it clearly.
The day you slipped away.
Was the day I found it won't be the same.
When I finally realised he wasn't coming back, I lost it. I cried for days on end, and shut myself up in my room. I didn't know how to handle the truth.
I've had my wake up.
Won't you wake up.
I keep asking why.
I can't take it.
It wasn't fake.
It happened you passed by.
I went to Paul for help, asking him if there was any way he could came back. Paul didn't know.
Now you're gone.
Now you're gone.
There you go.
There you go.
Somewhere I can't bring you back.
I even went to Shadowland, calling for him, searching everyday.
Now you're gone.
Now you're gone.
There you go.
There you go.
Somewhere you're not coming back.
I never found him.
I always wonder where he is now. Is he in his next life, or in heaven? I knew he wouldn't be in hell.
I hope you can hear me.
I remember it clearly.
The day you slipped away.
Was the day I found it won't be the same.
His funeral was a week after his death. Father Dominic took the service, and as a small group, we watched the love of my life being lowered into the ground.
On his gravestone, it read "Hector 'Jesse' de Silva. Beloved brother, son, boyfriend and friend."
I miss you.