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The boys have even sent me to a therapist to help me forget. Your head of luscious curls, the way your smile lights up a room, your green eyes that I love so much. Of course the boys are worried about me. But the truth has got to come out sooner or later, yeah? She never specifically told me what to write, but just that I have to write. How I feel all day every day will be written down in here. Starting from day one, aka, the day you left this world. I woke up like I did every morning, expecting to find you curled up by my side.

But when I turned over, the bed was empty, and you were nowhere to be spotted. At first I brushed it off, telling myself that you were just cooking breakfast or showering. I should have known. I should have stopped you. I felt light-headed walking Loud twink poked in car the flat in my search for you, my knees growing weaker with every Loud twink poked in car I took.

I guess you could say I finally fell to my knees the moment I found you. My eyes stung with poisonous tears and my heart pumped with venom at the sight of you. I will never be able to un-live that day, or erase the image of your cold unmoving body lying still on the floor.

It haunts me every day, and every night. I did the only thing I knew how to do, and I called the ambulance. They were in the flat within minutes, carrying you away from me. I was unable to move, as well as Niall and Zayn, who I had called along with Liam right after the ambulance. It was Liam who drove us all behind the ambulance, while I silently cried to myself in the back seat.

Your family was there. We were all there.

I hugged your mother, trying to comfort her while she cried her eyes out, all the while trying to contain my own tears. The rest of the boys took care of Gemma, who began screaming and thrashing, refusing to believe that her brother had left her. We all watched from the sidelines as you were removed from your bed, and carried away on a long stretcher, a thin white sheet covering you, so I was unable to see your face one last time.

I refused to believe you were gone. I hope you do. I miss the way things used to be, you know? Now anyone hardly ever smiles.

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