Calum's POV
I cautiously opened the letter, and I was completely stiff the whole time. The room was more silent than silent could even be. As I tore through the last sealed part of the envelope, I looked to the boys sitting around me on my bed.
"What?" I glared.
"It's just-nevermind."
"No, tell me."
"Well, don't you think it's a little weird that Macie's parents addressed you this and not Macie herself?" Ashton questioned.
Now that I thought of it, it was weird. Awfully weird. I began to get butterflies in my stomach at the many thoughts rushing through my head as to why Macie wouldn't send me something, but instead her parents.
I just shook them off and pulled out the note.
Instantly, packaged air released into breathing radius of me and I could smell her house.
Oh my god. It's been two months. Two months too many.
Dear Calum,
We miss you so much. We need to get that out of the way. Even though my Josh and I weren't around very often, the times we were, it was a great pleasure. You were always so polite and caring with Macie, which me greatly appreciated. Looking at you two, even before you admitted it, we knew you were in love with each other. That look you always had when you were around her, and how she talked about you after you would leave out home for the day, it was so obvious to anyone in your two's presence. After you left for your, Macie became very depressed. I don't mean depressed like a little girl's puppy died, I mean DEPRESSED. She didn't eat anything. Even I noticed it, and I was always at work. I didn't press on her about it, I just thought it might have been a little phase and she would get over you being gone. She even came home with some boys after you left, but she never acted the same to them versus to you. She didn't have the sparkle in her eye, or the genuine toothy smile. It was gone. I thought she would be fine, but I- I guess I was wrong. I'm trying to hard not to tear- stain this letter. What I am trying to say, is, you two made a mistake splitting up.. And just, thank you for coming into my daughter's life. You made her so happy. And, well, Calum, I am so so sorry to say this.. But Macie, she passed away. I don't know exactly what day, because I was gone for the weekend, but I just came home and there my poor little baby was. Her lifeless little body on the ground of the bathroom. She took some pills and I just guess it was out of depression from losing you. I'm so sorry Calum, I hope you visit and at least come back for her funeral. I understand if you can't. Thank you so much, dear.
Love, Linda
"This isn't a funny joke." I scolded them.
Did they think it was so fucking funny to joke around and say that the fucking love of my fucking life was dead? Because it sure as hell wasn't.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
"Am I missing something?" Michael said.
I looked at Mike for a split second, when I realized.
Being around these boys for as long as I can remember, I knew them inside and out, better than I knew myself to be honest. I could tell when they were lying, happy, sarcastic, sad, and serious.
And Michael was serious.
So that's when I broke down.
"No no no no no this isn't true. She-she can't be dead. Why?" I just-"
My mouth could not make anymore words. It could not produce a decent amount of air to produce any words. It must have sounded like I just ran around the whole world and hadn't stopped until now because I tried to talk but it was like I had verbal dyslexia, so I just gave up trying.
