Nothing other that the story premis is mine, the umbrella academy was created by Gerard Way, and the Poem I forgot who its by, but its not by me... and then you belong to you.

Nature's first green is gold,

I had known Ben for years... we were best friends, we would do anything for eachother. I loved him. He was everything to me, I would've died for him, I  would have... I should have been there with him, I should have saved him, I should have protected him. But I couldn't. I was weak!

Her hardest hue to hold.

I loved him. I miss him. We started dating when we were 14, we were dumb and in love, he was my knight in shining armour, and I, his damsel in distress. We were perfect.

Her early leaf's a flower;

He was my everything. He was my rock. We had gotten together because of Klaus, my best friend, and Ben's druggie brother. He was always looked at as broken, a fuck up... but he has never been a fuck up... broken, maybe, but never a fuckup. Klaus was always there for me, especially when- well, he has always been there for me. He got Ben and I together, he was an amazing brother.

But only so an hour.

I remeber everything. It was just another mission, I was inside, occupied with fighting another man when  I heard the screams. I looked back, there was so much blood, I couldn't see exactly what had happened, but it was clear. Ben was dead.
I love him.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

As the years went by, I fell deeper, and deeper into a depression. Fuck I miss you. If I could go back in time, I would save him, I need him.

So Eden sank to grief,

Sorrowful. Empty. Numb. These were the feelings that resided inside my every being, I hate myself for being so weak, so broken. I just wish I could be strong, and move on, but, thats not gonna happen, ever again.

So dawn goes down to day.

It's midnight again, I've reread, and rewrote this letter multiple times, never knowing what to write, what to say. What can I say? That I'm broken, and can't handle this pain any longer? I feel responsible for the death of Benjamin Hargreeves, that I wish it was me and not him? As I finish the last line of the letter, I pick up my .55 revolver, and put it to my temple.

Nothing gold can stay.

I am coming Ben
*BANG*