"Liam, don't go!" I yelled pointlessly. He couldn't hear me. I ran after him. I don't know why. What could I do to help him?
He was sitting on the steps in front of the church, head in his hands, full out sobbing.
No, Liam..
I hated seeing him in so much pain.
I took a step towards him.. And stopped. My body was fading away.
I looked behind me, into the church, and I could see that they were carrying my coffin out. Every step they took made more of me disappear.
But Liam was still crying.
I forced myself to look away from my body and ran to Liam. I didn't have much time left. The cemetery was right next to the church.
I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder.
Maybe.. Maybe he can feel me. Maybe he's the only one who can.
I didn't stop to think about why. I was thinking of our hugs in the past.. Goodbye hugs, congratulatory hugs, hello hugs.. They all meant so much to me, but I was always convinced they meant nothing to him.
Maybe not.
He loved me.
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I'm a proud Irish Directioner named Meghan.. People always say I seem older than I actually am.. Maybe my experiences aged me. Who knows? But I'm far from mature :p I'm me.. Nobody will ever change that, no matter how hard they try. And trust me, they try. "I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world.." "Don't make me stay the night, or ask if I'm alright.. 'Cause I don't have the answer." "And you're tied together with a smile, but you're coming undone.." "Don't listen to a word I say.. The screams all sound the same." "I'm trying to be okay, I'm trying to be alright.." "I'm sorry I can't be perfect." "You're broken and scarred, nothing feels right.." "You might think I'm bulletproof, but I'm not." "You're the closest thing to Hell I've seen so far." "I'm holding every breath for you."
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