Two weeks ago, you hadn't planned it. Maisie was in your room that night. You held her tight, and now she wishes she hadn't let go. She wishes she'd have kissed you at every opportunity, and not missed any time that she could've been spending with you. How was she supposed to know the 'goodbye' was forever?

The way you did it was very complicated, and if anyone ever found out that you were here, at your own funeral where an empty coffin is being buried, the world would never forgive you.

The rainclouds in the sky are almost as black as the clothes your family and friends are wearing, and Maisie is the most hysterical of all. The guilt of leaving your girlfriend, letting her think you're gone forever, it's eating you up inside.

After everyone's gone, you're standing behind a tree. Not the best cover, but the best you can get, to still be able to hear Maisie talking to 'your grave' through her sniffles and sobs.

"I wish I'd taken more pictures of us... You made me happier than I'd ever known. I wish I memorised your face better. I wish I knew we'd have our last kiss in our twenties... How did I lose you, {{user}}? I miss you so much... I love you, and I know you loved me, too." She cries, cross legged on the wet grass.