From: Princess Lavender
Hi, this might be weird but I can’t get this number out of my head and decided to just give it a go and send a text. Anyone there?

That was the first text she ever sent me. That was before I knew that it was her. Yes there is someone here. I'm here right now and I'm holding your cold dead body while people are staring at me. I can see Caspian and Elijah. They are so shocked right now that they can't even cry. Scott and Aaron are staring as well but they are crying. It looks like that at least.

My eyes wander off and I see Mike and the rest of Pierce the Veil. Mike is staring as well. Just staring. Shocked and... Broken. Vic is sobbing and Tony just sit there and covers his mouth in shock. Jaime is half lying on the table. He's crying as well and he stares into air.

I look down on her pale face. Her eyes are swollen from the tears and closed. Her hand dropped from my face long ago.
"Here in this world I'm awaked with mistakes. But it's love that keeps fueling me, fueling me. Pretty little lady with the swollen eyes, would you show them to me? I know I'm not that perfect, but just stay a while...Baby, then you will see" I hummed and looked at her.

I closed my eyes and I wiped my tears. All I could see was memories from when I first met her up to today. Her long brown hair when she sat outside out busses, with one of those damn croissants and a cup of tea. Watching the sunset, or sometimes just the view, and being alone. There had been so many times I just wanted to go up to her and join her. Look at the view and show her that I didn't dislike her at all. But I never did that. God why didn't I go and stay with you? For fuck sake Austin... You could have had so much more time with her if you had just grown some balls and walked up to her.

And the shock when I realized that it was her that sent all the texts. that it wasn't some weirdo that could entertain me. It was her. Princess Lavender. Now known as Princess Mercedes. She got one of those powerful names that no one could forget. How could you forget it?

From: Austin
Would it be weird if I kept texting you?

I'm so glad I grew balls to do that. To send that text and I was so fucking happy when she said yes. And we actually kept on talking. We kept on talking and I grew fond of her. Did I actually say grow fond? Well I did.

And fondness, how ugly it sounds, grew to love. I love this woman. I love her more than anything. I would have done everything for her if I could. I will do that. I will do everything for her. But I can't. I fucking can't.

How are you supposed to do everything, or try to, when the person is not there? How am I supposed to do that? How can I give her the world if she not there to hold out her hands and receive it. How? JUST HOW?

She didn't even get to sing her song. The song she had sung for me yesterday and today. To train and have me comment on. It was about her life. About her lies and how she never told the truth, and that it now was the end. I slowly turned to the microphone and with trembling hands I grabbed it. I walked over to the sound guy and I pressed play on the music.
"This was supposed to be her last performance, and I'm not going to let her song go to a waste" I said and everyone in the room stared at me. I took a deep breath as I wrapped my arm around her. I took another breath and I let her words come out. I sang out her words and people stared at me. I sang her song. The End. Her song. Her words. What she wanted to be said.

A sob escaped my mouth and the tears just kept on pouring out from my eyes. Falling down to her face. Cleaning of small parts of the blood.
"Austin, the paramedics are here" Alan said and looked at me. I looked up at him and his eyes was red and puffy. He was crying as well.
"You have to let go of her" he said and his voice almost cracked. I looked down on her and I saw that we know were sitting on the floor. She was lying in my arms and lap and her body was so cold. It was like she was just sleeping. But I knew she wasn't sleeping. Gently I laid her down as the paramedics walked up to her.

I stood at the edge of the stage and looked out over the people. My tee was bloody. I had blood in my face and on my hands. Never had I seen so much blood coming out from a tiny person like her. But it had. It fucking had. I heard the paramedics say something and I turned around and saw that they put her on a board. No bag. They put her on a board.
"We still got a pulse" they said and I just stared at them.

She had what?