Last Kiss is the name of the song that comes later and it always makes me want to cry, so I can never listen to it. Same reason I can't listen to Frankie Avalon...

Paul stayed in the room alone. He cried himself until he fell asleep.

His eyes fluttered open, hoping that all that was a dream and that Elise would be right by his side to hold him tight. Martha trotted into the room and licked his face.

Same place. Same cruel world. Same, cruel, stupid, bloody world that took his true love from him.

Maybe if I listen to some music...

Paul turned on his phone and typed in his password. Typing every letter in was another pang in his heart. The girl he'd never see again. The girl that he loved. The girl that he'd give anything just to see her once more or have her back in his arm or anything.

He pulled up YouTube and carelessly picked a song from the recommended list. The worst song they could've played:

Oh where, oh where can my baby be? The Lord took her away from me,
She's up in heaven so I got to be good so I can see my baby when I leave this world...

Paul grabbed his phone and threw it against the wall in frustration. Whatever kept that song from going on.

The one song...

Then he looked outside. He slammed the door and layed in the grass. The wet grass. It was pouring rain. It hit his face and disguised the tears.

John walked outside with an umbrella. "Paul! What're you doing? You'll catch cold!"

"Good. I don't even care anymore."

"Paul, just because-"

"Just because what, John? Go on, say it! She's gone and there's nothing I can do about it! She's gone and I shouldn't be doing this! Well it's my life, so let me do what I want! So what if I catch cold? So what if I get drunk and have a hangover? So what? It won't make a difference in my life to me!"

"Paul-"

"No! Leave me alone!"

"Don't forget my mum was hit by a car, for God's sakes! I kow how you feel!"

"My mum died too, you know! I've lost two of the most important people in my life! You really think I care anymore? Do you?!? Well, do you!?!"

John stood there and didn't know what to say. So he spoke his mind. He spoke his mind before he was outspoken. "Fine then! Go and get drunk! Go and get pneumonia! Jump in front of a train for all I care! It's not my problem! It's not me who's so bloody stupid!"

"Stupid?!? You call me stupid?!?"

"And what's that supposed to mean?!?"

There was no response.

"Paul?" Paul was on the ground. His eyes were shut and still gave no response.

"Paul!"