Dallons pov:

It's been three years since I lost Brendon. I'll never forget about him but I had to move on. It wasn't healthy to be fixated on a dead person. It just made me as much dead as he is. It took a very special person to help break me out of my slump. 

I had been going to the flower shop every month Brendon was dead for. Andy, one of the store owners, knew my story. He had been giving me flower s for Brendon every time I go there. One month was especially hard to handle. It was all my fault that Brendon was dead. I deserved to be dead just like him. 

I went home after dropping off the roses, I grabbed a rope out of my garage, tied it the top of my stairs and tried to hang myself. I don't know how long I was unconscious for, but when I came back to, my head was resting in Andy's lap. 

Andy looked down at me with tears in his eyes. He told me, "Don't ever do that again. Brendon may be gone but it doesn't mean you have to be too," he snifs, "I fell in love with you the first time you stepped into my flower shop. You are so focused on the dead you don't see the living right in front of you." A tear hits my cheek. 

"How did you get here," I choke out. My throat is still swollen from the rope. "You left your phone at my shop. I guess it was fate telling me I had to save you," Andy says. From that day on I followed Andy's advice and focused on the living. I focused on him. It wasn't till then that I started realizing how beautiful he is.

His eyes are a bright blue. He has jet black hair. His jaw line is so hot. I've never noticed him before, but now I do. He saved my life in more ways than one. We made out later that night. We didn't take it any farther because I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to fully move on from Brendon.

I felt like I had been cheating on him at first. It took a little over two months of going on dates with Andy to finally sleep with him. I was so glad I did. After going a little over two years without sex, doing it with Andy had taken my breathe away, both figuratively and literally. 

I never thought I could feel this happy again since Brendon died. Andy filled a whole in me that I never thought coul be refilled. Today is the three month anniversary of Brendons death. I brought him 36 roses and laid them on his grave. 

Instead of giving Brendon the same speech I said this. "Brendon you will always be the love of my life and no one can replace you. I met this guy and he saved my life. I think you'd like him. His name is Andy. I love him and yes wondering if I had your blessing to ask him to marry me?"

Suddenly a breeze of wind passed through. One of Brendons 36 flowers has rolled to my feet. I pick it up. I wipe the tears from my eyes and thank Brendon. I give his tomb stone a hug pretending that it's him. "I love you Brendon Urie," I tell him. I grab the rose and run back to my car.