Once I saw her leaving my porch, I knew it would be the last time. I don’t remember why but what I remember is that she didn’t only leave me. She left everyone. Sometimes life is just cruelly unfair. Why her? Why did she have to die? And not the idiot of truck driver who crashed her? At least she doesn’t have to face her friends and parents every day, looking at you like a little child because they know how broken you are.