I'm gunna give sad shit another try

Huehuehue

Please at least give a curtesy cry or something

And again featuring Summer, she still belongs to TheDerpQueen

One (it's like this because I'm bad at formatting shit hahhhhh)

Flames had swept over the house. The earth shook below us, and I could hear the earth shattering outside. The loud sound was mixed with the piercing shrieks of terrified people who'd also fallen victim to the huge phenomenon.

The world was coming to an end. It was shattering, breaking apart. Hit, by a huge asteroid that had rocketed into our orbit.

It was okay, though. I had Summer. I had her.

We sat quietly in each other's arms, neither saying a word. In the devastation around us here we were.

Together.

The most ironic part of it, though, was that even though we were both about to meet our demise, we were both happy. It was possible that we were the happiest people on earth, even as we sat in a burning building. It would collapse onto us any second. We both knew it. We didn't care.

We'd die together.

Two

I went to visit her every day, and each time I brought flowers and her favourite candy. I'd sit there and sing softly to her, sometimes it would be a love song and others would be one of those songs she loved so much. I'd memorized every one of her favourites, just to sing them to her. 

Every time, however, I ended up crying beside her grave. But I'd always keep talking to her, even if she couldn't hear me, as my tears soaked the ground beside where she was buried. I couldn't let her go, I couldn't just move on. She was all I'd ever think about.

These little visits took up all of my free time.

I was sure she'd love it..

If only she were alive to.

Three

I took her hand in mine, holding it gently as tears streamed down my face. I never imagined that it would happen, not to us. But here we were.

I held her in my arms as blood poured from her body. Several cuts and gashes were causing her to bleed out, and I couldn't deny that she was dying.

I couldn't deny it but I would. A part of me wanted her to be okay, but I knew she wouldn't, not even if I called an ambulance. Then she'd just die in a hospital. She wouldn't be in my arms.

I'd have to let her go to let them take her, she wouldn't live anyways. She was too far gone. And I couldn't let her go. I couldn't stop holding her there.

By then, she was unconscious. Her last words had been a request, one for me to move on with my life without her.

I couldn't.

I couldn't do that, not even for her.

Her request lingered in my mind for years, and each time I thought if it I'd collapse in a sobbing mess where I was. I couldn't contain my grief anymore. It had bottled up.

Bottled up until I shattered.

Four

I wasn't dead, but I wasn't alive either. Or maybe I was dead.

It was hard to tell.

I was still walking the earth, but no one could see me. Sometimes, though, I could hear Summer say something about me being dead.

So that's what I assumed I was.

Every lonely morning, I'd get up and look in the mirror, just to see if I was there. There was never a reflection. I couldn't see myself, but I knew I was there.

And every night I'd curl up beside Summer, yearning for her to realize that I was there and for her to suddenly slide her arms around me. But she never did. I was invisible, nothing but a wandering spirit.

Some days, she'd go to a small grave with a few flowers. I couldn't help but notice that it was mine.

So I was dead.

I'd keep denying it, but I knew that it was true.

Every time she'd go see that headstone, I'd sit beside her, try to tell her that I was there somehow, but she never noticed. She had no idea I was beside her. Sometimes, I'd try to hug her, but she couldn't know that I was there.

Once, what I thought to be a month later, when she went back to the grave she was carrying a pillow and a box of chocolates, as well as some flowers. I followed her quietly, desperately wishing that I could do something to make her notice me. When she got there, she set the pillow down and laid on the ground after gently placing the flowers in a small case that she'd placed by my grave. Then she laid down.

I could hear her quietly talking, about how she wished she could move on and how she'd want me to move on if the same thing happened to her. Every so often she'd put a piece of the chocolate into her mouth.

"Hey Ash.. Do you remember how you always used to get me chocolates like this..? And.. And then we'd just lay there for hours, staring at the sky at night.. Did you know.. That.. The best part of that was always you..?"

She paused for a moment, and I could see tears on her face, "Or.. Or c-can you even hear me..?"

I wanted nothing more than to scream that I was there, that she needed to go on with life, that I was sorry. Tears were suddenly rolling down my face, and my body was soon being shaken by sobs.

As I sobbed softly, I put my arms around her, seeking any comfort I could get, even if she was oblivious to it, but then it happened.

I went right through her.

Then I faded.