This one-shot is kind of sad. I just couldn't find a way to make this one-shot happy! Hopefully that's okay. Well, I'm gonna go work on a one-shot for Wattpad's OTP One-Shot contest!

Enjoy! :)

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The Boy Who Could Fly - Pierce the Veil

The snow fell from the sky, slowly but steadily. His dirty blonde hair, as well as the flowers he was carrying, were coated with small white snowflakes. The sky was an orangish-magenta color. It was Christmas Eve, so most people were with their families rather than in a cemetery.

He wandered through the cemetery until he found the grave he was looking for.

HAVEN ELEANOR BOONE
MARCH 28, 1988 - NOVEMBER 24, 2014
SISTER, DAUGHTER, GIRLFRIEND

Dean Ambrose dropped to his knees. Even with the snow, he was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt with no jacket. He didn't feel the snow or the cold. He hadn't felt anything since...

He let out a shaky breath as he set the flowers down. Snow had accumulated on top of the tombstone, so he brushed it off. His hand was red when he brought it back, but he didn't feel it.

That's probably how Haven felt. She was always drowning her sorrows in alcohol and drugs, and one day, it finally caught up to her. The chemicals she put in her body numbed her, just like how her absence numbed Dean.

"It's been a month." He pauses. "I just can't believe it. I never thought this would happen. You're supposed to be here with me. You're supposed to be laughing at my dumb jokes, and watching me wrestle, and celebrating Christmas with me. I shouldn't be here...talking to you like this."

He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know how I'm supposed to live without you, Haven. We had our whole lives planned out. I know you had your demons, but... This was never supposed to happen. I was going to help you. Your life wasn't supposed to end like this!"

Dean stood up. He held back tears as he put his head in his hands. He could almost see Haven.

Her jet black hair. She had dyed it a month into their relationship, claiming her brown hair was "disgustingly ugly." Her slightly pale skin. She was nowhere near being a vampire, but she always considered herself the next Paige. Her signature black nail polish and eye shadow, and the black Vans she wore everyday.

But now she was gone. Haven was gone and Dean couldn't do anything about it. A drunk driving accident took her life too soon. She was the drunk one, Dean knew, which made the pain even worse.

He turned around and looked at her grave. His flowers sat in the snow. He sighed.

"I was wanting to do this on Christmas, but...well, you scratched those plans, darling."

He reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small black box, set it next to the flowers, and walked away.

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"And I break my glasses as I fall in the street! If you were gonna leave this world, how could it be without me? Now it's all over my tongue and still it has no taste, 'cause without you there is no me. There's no me at all. Sometimes love dies like a dog."