Death. Five letters. Many feelings. One broken heart. Mine.
She died and I wasn't ready. Sure she annoyed me but I loved her. I truly loved her and she knows that. She might be up there, or down there, who knows, but I never believed in that sort of stuff.
Many have been upset. Not as much as me though.
Welcome to Heartbreak City, Population: Freddie Benson.
It all started at her sixteenth birthday party. She had invited all the smokers and they were out on the fire escape. She went to flirt but got something much worse than a phone number. Something fatal; and it was.
LUNG CANCER
Everyday it got worse, more coughing, shortness of breath and then one day it hit. Hard.
She died quietly in room 203 in Seattle General Hospital on the twenty-first of November just after watching New Moon.
I couldn't bear to see her at all when she lied there lifeless; but the service was beautiful. I got to say goodbye to her properly. I didn't cry, I didn't think I would but I must be too shocked, surprised.
She's been on my mind ever since. Well, that is until my best friend comforted me. She had lost her best childhood friend but she wasn't a mess like me. She was too strong.
She died too young, seventeen, barely an adult.
Five years on and it's still hard to believe it, Carly Shay, gone forever. It honestly broke my heart when I found out.
But now I've found my superglue, Samantha Puckett.
Engaged now, she helps me find my sanity when I take a trip down memory lane, helps me keep my cool when I visit her grave, and brings my laugh and smile back to the world.
Sure, I am devastated but during my twenty-two years on this planet, I've learnt one lesson:
Don't hang on to the past,
Just grab hold of it every once in a while
To remind you of your life behind you,
Even if it is bad.
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Y'all thought it was going to be Creddie didn't you, well it's not. Have you noticed or are all my one shots turning out to be about death. And no I am not depressed; I just think it's a good idea to write about.
