Word Count: 538

This was something I've worked on in school. This is also another step towards me doing my own original work. I really enjoyed writing this, even if it did bring tears to my friends minds.

Warning(s): mentions of cutting/suicide attempts, mentions of depression, death of a character, overall angst, slight fluff in a flashback but it just makes it worse, have fun, tell me if I missed anything

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"It's okay. I'm not going to leave you," he said, his hand gripping my shaking hand. He placed my hand on his chest, right over his heart, as tears raced out of my eyes and spill onto my cheeks. "Feel my heartbeat? Focus on that."

***

I wanted to believe him. Truly, I did. But there are some things that you had to stop believing in at some point. And some people...

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"I'm here now," he said, wrapping my arms in gauze. It was no use though. Red still bled through to each new layer. It was like a weed spreading through a perfectly-kept lawn. "You'll be alright, no one can hurt you, Spencer. I'll protect you from them. They'll never get to you again."

***

He did. He saved me; spared me from the hate that was always directed towards me. He was my savior in the dark.

***

"Just breathe, okay?" he asked, keeping me close in a hug. We just got back from the ER. It had gotten worse. "I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."

***

"But we never really were okay, were we?" I say to the tombstone before me. "It never was, Tyler."

"Why did you tell me that I was never going to be alone?" I said to the dark of the night. No one was there; only the half-forgotten memories of the funeral. No one would be here to pick it all up till the morning. "Why did you tell me you would stay with me? Or that you would always be there to talk to me?"

Weeds littered the areas around the grave. But this was where he wanted to be buried; by this little oak tree, where the sun seemed to shine amazingly every day.

But today was not one of those days. The sun hid under a cover of clouds, hiding as it had known the truth to what was going to happen.

***

"This will be our little place," Tyler said, leading me along a smooth path. "It's just up here."

My eyes widened as they finally open. A beautiful little hill, all covered in flowers and sunlight, sweeps it way into my sights. I turned and hugged Tyler quickly, listening to how he laughed. I always liked the way he laughed, the sound echoing through the field.

"Do you like it?" he asked. I looked up at him with a fond smile that graced my lips.

"I love it," I said, wrapping him in closer. "This place is amazing."

***

I remember that day, when the sun had shone brightly on us. It was my favorite day. And this, my favorite place.

"I loved you, Tyler," I said to the tombstone once more. He would never reply again.. "And you told me you loved me back."

I turned, watching the sky as it started to rain. I walked down the hill, leaving the weeds growing in my path.

***

"One day, we will get rid of these weeds and we will make this place dance with flowers," Tyler said, leading me up the hill. The old oak tree laid shade down for us; a place to sit as we talk. "This place is going to be our place, Spence."