I was broken. From the moment I realized what he meant.

I got home late from work to a voicemail. It repeated over and over in my mind as I sat on the couch. "I wish you answered. I really wish you changed my mind."

Over and over, repeating my brain as I ate my nutritious dinner - cereal. And somehow I knew. I knew when I heard sirens. I don't know why, my mind snapped and I realized.

I rushed to his house. An ambulance and police were out front. The officers stood outside talking to his mom. She was sobbing. I headed over and Mrs. Fleet saw me.

"Claire - oh sweet Claire - did he tell you?" she'd cried.

"He called - I," I'd gasped for air, "I couldn't answer."

"Was there a voicemail?" An officer near me asked.

My head spun and my lungs couldn't get air fast enough because of my hysterical breakdown. Tears poured down my face.

"Yes he sa-said-"

A lady from the ambulance patted me on the back, "sweety calm down."

"He wis-wished I answered. Tha-that I cha-changed his mind."

"Jacob must've taken the poison after that."

That's when I snapped and my knees gave out under me.

| Sorry this may seem a little crusty i was bored |