Disclaimer: I don't own Austin & Ally, nor do I own "Falling Down" by Nick Carter. I enjoy both of them though :D

This is my first fanfic, and I would really appreciate any advice or constructive criticism.


The cemetery seemed to melt away when I saw her grave. My eyes over her birth and death date, but they disappeared when I read what was engraved on the stone. "There's no way I could make it without you."

I thought I had cried out every tear I had, so why were my eyes welling up again?

"Hey Ally," I murmured as I kneeled down. "I've been missing you." I shivered as a breeze picked up. If I looked out of the corner of my eye, I could have sworn I saw her small frame. But I knew it wouldn't be there.

I sat in the silence a little bit more, thinking about how much I missed her, then I returned to reality.

"Oh," I said as I pulled something out of my backpack. "Dougie missed you too." I set down the little dolphin on the grass. I seem crazy, but he seems more real than the life I see before me. I can't imagine a life without Ally. Never being able to sing the songs she wrote for me again. Never seeing her curled up in the practice room after pulling an all-nighter. Never being able to watch her from the corner as she acted like her dorky self. Just never being able to be there for her ever again.

I started talking again. "I just wanted to let you know how things are going with the rest of us. We've all just been dealing with it differently. Trish is refusing to leave her room. Dez hasn't been taking it well either. He keeps throwing guitar picks at a dart board." I glanced back at the gravestone.

I smiled sheepishly, "I kinda trashed the practice room…"


The shreds of paper fell around him like snow. The practice room was utterly destroyed. The curtains hung awkwardly, trying to regain some sort of balance without completely falling off. Snapped crayons littered the floor, coloring book pages among them. His guitar has random paint splashes scattering its surface. The beanbag chairs were spilling their insides out, and almost all the furniture was overturned onto the war zone that was the floor. He breathed heavily, staring at the only thing in the entire room left unmarred. Ally's piano stood like it always had, proud in its small way. It was exactly like Ally; to the rest of the world, it seemed small and insignificant, but to him, it was center of the universe. Her songbook lay on it, right where she left it the day she left. She was only supposed to go to New York for three days and then she would fly right back. She was coming home. And then the pilot lost control.

He waited at the airport for five hours looking for her. Even when the airport management told him she wasn't coming back, he wouldn't believe them. She had to come back. They had to write a song for the fans. Dez had to make an awesome video and Trish would go get fired and get a new job. That was how it was supposed to be. Not anything like this

Maybe I should go touch her book, he thought. Yeah. He should try to read her book. She would pop right up and say "Don't touch my book." He would turn around real fast and get a heart attack and have to call an ambulance and … wait. That would hurt.

He would let go of the breath he was holding ever since she left and never let go of her again. He just couldn't stop missing Ally. She was his world, and all it took was one pilot to lose control for one second for his world to be shattered.

He reached over to touch her book, desperate for that to happen, to be able to hold Ally in his arms again. His knees buckled underneath him before he could take a step, and the tears leaked out of his eyes faster than ever before.

An hour later, Dez found him exactly like that. On his knees in the middle of a battlefield, shaking with the silent sobs of a devastated man and a heartbroken boy.


"I've been trying to get you out of my head, but it's not working. I keep thinking that you're going to just show up for work at Sonic Boom one day with this little bounce in your step. You're going to look for me through the customers and get annoyed that I'm playing the piano with carrots again, but then your face will just light up when it gives you an idea for a new song." I paused. "I guess I just can't deal with the fact that you're gone, so I keep pretending you're not. I'm pretty sure Dez is getting worried about it, but, to be completely honest, I really don't care."

I bit back a laugh. "To think Dez is the one keeping us all together, huh?" I smiled, "But you were always the one doing that. I knew that day when you agreed to write me a song that my life would change. I just didn't know it would change this much. I don't know if I regret playing the drums with the corndogs, meeting you. All I know is that I regret not making you stay here, in Miami, with me."

I cleared my throat. "I wrote a song. Normally you would gasp and run to give me a hug if I said that, but I guess this isn't exactly normal, is it?" I managed to grin as I pulled out my guitar. It still had paint splashes all over it. I don't think I'll ever wash them off, though, now that they're there, and I will never replace this guitar either. I spent too many good times with Ally and this guitar to do that.

The first chords rang out from the guitar. They filled the air before dancing off into heaven, where I hope Ally will hear them.

It's so cold
In this room
And I'm trapped inside your heart
All by myself

All alone
And you see
And I'm sinking like a ship
I'm going down

And I don't want to live my life without you
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is try to pick myself up off the ground

Try to outrun
All the memories
But I keep falling down
I keep falling down

And it's like you still
Got a hold on me
Cuz I keep falling down
I keep falling down

I can't sleep
I can't dream
Cuz your shadow's here in the corners of my head *

And this pain's
So insane
I'm still haunted by the stupid things I've said
All those things I said

And I don't want to live my life without you
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is try to pick myself up off the ground

Try to outrun
All the memories
But I keep falling down
I
keep falling down

And it's like you still
Got a hold on me
Cuz I keep falling down
I
keep falling down

My voice broke as I sang the next lines

And how do I let go
I know I should move on

It raised into an agonized wail as the words echoed around the graveyard

But without you I don't know where I belong
And everywhere I go
Every happy face I see
It reminds of the way it used to be

Woah-ah-oh

Woah-ah-oh

Try to outrun
All the memories
But I keep falling down
I keep falling down

And it's like you still
Got a hold on me
Cuz I keep falling down
I keep falling down

Woah-ah-oh

I keep falling down

Woah-ah-oh

I keep falling down

Woah-ah-oh

I keep falling down

Woah-ah-oh

I keep – I couldn't finish the line.

"I just wanted you to know how much I miss you," I whispered. The slight figure I thought I saw seemed to smile and disappear. If it was Ally, I let her slip out of my fingertips again. But I didn't dwell on that. Mostly.

I kissed the gravestone and walked away. Dougie stayed behind.


A/N: Welp, that was depressing. I just hope that you guys enjoyed the story, and you should definitely check out the song "Falling Down" by Nick Carter. I saw a video of him performing this song for his deceased sister and I just started bawling. I based Austin's performance a bit on that one, and I hope it was enough to get you crying too. If not, I'm doing a bad job as an author :1. Well, thanks for reading. Please R&R :D

* I changed this line because the original line didn't seem that applicable :/