A world of hurt... (imagine)

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I put the key in the lock and opened the door. The tour just finished and I was gonna surprise my girl by dropping by at the time she least expected.

I tried to be as quiet as possible, walking on my tip toes. I put my suitcases in the hallway and tried to find out where she was.

At first I thought she wasn't home, until I heard a little sob.

I walked upstairs, with every step I took the sobbing became harder and harder.

Why was she crying?

I opened the door and there she sat. Her laptop on, bloodshot eyes.
Pain shot through my chest...

"(Y/N), what's wrong?"

Her head turned to me in less than a second.

I recognized it immediately,

The pain...

The sorrow...

The regret...

The shame...

She didn't answer, she just looked at me.

I already knew,

I already knew what they've done,

I already knew what they've said,

And mostly...

I already knew how bad they've damaged her.

I walked to the bed, not breaking eye contact with her.

If I did it felt like she was gonna fall apart and crumble to pieces.

I kneeled in front of her, wiping a tear away that escaped from her eye.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each others presence.

We leaned closer to each other, until our foreheads were touching.

Suddenly I crashed my lips on hers,

Taking her into a deep kiss.

Every single emotion that she felt was there in that kiss,

Pain, sorrow, hurt...

But mostly,

Love...

I came out of my flash back of that day, when I found out about the reason why I am here now...

The graveyard

My hand slipped over her stone, following the beautiful writing of her name carved in it.

It was one year now,

One year ago they took her life.

Why did they do it?

Why did they hate her so much?

I don't understand!

Every night while I was on tour she cried herself to sleep,

Because they bullied her,

They made her life misserable,

She obeyed their comments,

Harmed herself,

Pained herself,

And killed herself...

I fell on my knees, head in my hands

Crying in my lap.

"Why did they do this?" I yelled to the sky.

"Why did they take my princess away?!"

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