September 3rd,
School started back up. Just as shitty as ever.
My days and Aimee's days are no longer in sync. Graduation is in less than two weeks. And I'm doing it all without my best friend.
Gabriel is with me. He insisted I didn't go alone.
Chris is here too. He didn't come with us. He didn't have a date. He stands in a corner and takes in the crowd of grinding teenagers. Is he wishing that could be him and Aimee? Or is he glad that they weren't doing that? Despite what people believed, she wasn't really into all that. But I wonder if she would've let loose, jut for the night...
"Celeste.", its Gabriel. He's studying me, looking worried.
"Hmm?" I snap back into reality.
"She'd want you to dance.", he says.
I nod. He's right. Aimee would want me to dance. She thought it was the cure for everything.
Whether I cry or I dance, Aimee isn't coming back. But she's looking down on me, and even if she's dead I want her happy.
So I dance.
YOU ARE READING
her words.
JugendliteraturTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
