I stare at the back of his black coat while he walks away. Tears blur out my vision and I sit down by the water. He turns around once more and says. "I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news again Ares. But I have a feeling this won't be the last time we see each other this month. Besides we both knew Thing was unstable. You should've seen this miles away. I did and I coped with it. I hope you can to, we wouldn't want the last surviving friend of James Mather to have offed herself like poor, Thing." Then he turns and walks away.
Thing to huh. I won't get as sad as I did with Gray. No. I will cry and get it all out, but James taught me not to be sad at death for long. It will hinder your future therefore has to be let go of.
I sit and sing. Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley.
Singing the song makes me cold. My vocal cords tighten up and I begin to cry. I don't even know the words to the song! I take off my glasses and burry my face in my hands and knees. Suicide is a hard way to go I hear. I thought he'd have his dad do it but, he did it himself. I guess I didn't matter as much as Gray did. That would make sense though. To Thing Gray was a god. An almighty savior that purposes as a father a brother and a friend. I was special to Thing. I was his little sister. I thought of him as a brother. He let me cling to him as tight as I dared.
I smile and sniff, then cough because I can't breathe out of my nose. I get up and walk down the river side. I grab a stick and draw a picture in the sand. A picture of Thing and Gray and myself. I smile at the thought that I might just forget my sorrows and live because that's what we did together. I smile. Thing was my brother. My very attractive brother at that! He was a fine dude. With the most amazing hair! Oh my gosh! He always let me touch it too. Best hair I have ever seen, and on such a hot male. It made no sense. My family of musketeers was very attractive I must say so myself. Sigh, I do love to brag about others don't I.
I laugh a little and head home. There will never be another like Thing. He was to complicated for that. I love you, Thing.
Goodbye.Just a note
The man that is the chapter art for thing is not Thing. he just looks like him. That's Ruben Devill, a YouTuber. Look him up, he and his brother a for reals funny, and especially after these chapters you'll need a pick me up. Sorry.
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Romance"I loved my friend, he left me. There is nothing more to say. The poem ends soft as it began I loved my friend, he left me."- Langston Hughes