It's been 5 years since your boyfriend died. Today marks the 5th year.

You stood there in one of his old blue hoodies, staring out to the city. Blue was his favourite colour.

His hoodie no longer smelled like him but it brought you comfort to wear every anniversary of his death.

You stand there replaying the car crash.

You sat in the passenger seat while Liam's head smashed into the steering wheel ending his life.

You feel warm tears roll down your cheeks.

Suddenly you feel a warm pair of hands wrap around your waist. You let out a loud sigh and closed your eyes.

You turn around and rest your head on his chest as you grip onto his hoodie holding him tight.

"Darling are you okay? What's wrong love?" A deep husky voice whispers into your ear, the warm air tickling your ear.

"I'll be fine. Today just marks the 5th year since you died." You nozzle your head further into his chest and sob quietly, breathing in his scent as he holds you tight running his finger up and down your back.

Did I mention you took your own life a week after his death because you couldn't live without him? Now you two are always together.

Forever and always just like you promised each other.