The world goes silent. “Did you know,” I yell at my best friend. Her brother. I repeat myself even louder when he doesn’t respond. He looks sad. Maybe even confused. He should’ve known. I should’ve known. I run out of the house. I can’t be there is she can’t be either. I feel like I can’t breathe. There’s cop cars. An ambulance. This can’t be happening. “She’s not gone,” I want to yell. But I can’t. Deep down I know she is. But she can’t be. She can’t be gone. If she’s gone what’s the point. The point of being here without out her? What’s the point of getting so close just for her to be pulled away from me. Pulled out of existence. Pulled by herself. I can’t help but be mad. How could she do this? I would’ve helped her if she just told me. I wish she just would’ve told me. I look up at the night sky, tears streaming down my face. My whole world just fell apart. Fell apart the second she left it.

I look down at him. I feel guilty that I’m the reason he feels this way. But I couldn’t do it anymore. There was no hope for me left. I feel like I’m crying but I can’t do that anymore. I’m gone. I can feel close to actually feeling emotions. I can reach for them. They can get so close. But I’ll never quite hold them again. They pull away. I’m gone. I can’t go back. I hope he knows I loved him. I wish I could show him that. I wish we could act on our potential love. But we didn’t. It’s too late for that. Goodbye my dear. Goodbye forever. I’ll see you someday. Farewell, my almost lover.