Yes, I felt happiness.
Just a little.
A little fraction of what I used to.
I was very nice before.
Good grades.
Great friends.
Supportive parents.
Plenty of money.
Some people would say I was spoiled.
I guess I was.
But I was never rude.
Never bullied anyone.
Nor was bullied.
So how?
Society is weird.
I guess I should have stuck to my old ways.
But no.
He was worth much,
MUCH,
more.
I would prefer being in an asylum with him,
than normal life without him.
I felt empty,
Yet full.
