When the love of her life is killed in a brutal hate attack. Echo must find the strength to re-tell the story of their Demolition Love and of the night she lost her angel and hope to lay him to res...
It still hurts to hear his name, even after eight months. Which is why I am here now. You see, my Mikey was taken from me, taken from our world a week before his seventeenth birthday. MURDERED for his love of rock music. Killed for loving a band that helped and unconditionally supported him through so much. Music saved him in situations where people couldn’t. Where I couldn’t.
People expect me to move on and live my life but I can’t. Not having him here feels like I don’t have anyone to love for anymore. Like I don’t have a purpose. I can’t cope. I need him. I need to see his adorable, very rare smile and hear his voice when he quietly sings ‘Demolition Lovers’, because that’s what we were. A real pair of demolition lovers. We fought off all of the negativity and doubts and created something so much stronger. Something that I thought would keep us together for eternity. But I guess I was wrong. Because my Mikey was obviously too angelic and sweet for our world. He was like an angel trapped in our world of devils. So I guess I have to try and see that he’s safe now, that no-one can hurt him anymore. But I miss him so much. So much I break down every time I see his brother Gerard in the street.
So I am here to share our story, for Mikey. You can read it or not. I just need to say goodbye in my own way. To lay my angel to rest and to let my demolition lover sleep in peace.
“If I had a flower for every time you made me laugh, or an hour of sunlight for every time you made me smile, I’d have a garden to walk in forever, and years to walk in it in the sun.”