small stories.

He was just a kid.

"You don't know how it feels to loose someone!" She shouted at me. "Oh I don't know how it feels?! I lost Owen, my only FUCKING FRIEND" I shouted right back, I had tears in my eyes just thinking about him. "Honey, who's Owen?.." My girlfriend asked, she placed her hand on my arm, and just looked at me with tears in her eyes, she hugged me and I broke down. She comforted me. I started telling her about Owen. 

-years earlier.

"Don't worry bro! I'll stay right by your side forever!" Owen said. He was comforting me because my parents had another fight at home, so I ran to his place again, I had my head on his shoulder and he held my hand. He was the best. Owen was always there to comfort me after my parents had a fight, and he was also listened to me no matter what I was venting about, even if it was about Natasha, my crush, "I wish I was gone" I whispered to myself, without him hearing it. When I went home that day, Owen seemed a little distant, but I didn't make a big deal out of it. The next day Owens mother called me. 

"Owen committed su!c!de last night. Please come to the hospital quickly." His mother said. I could feel the tears forming from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I have never ran so fast before. My parents was in the middle of another fight, but when I pulled the door up as fast as I could they stopped. I only got a glimpse of their faces, and they looked worried. I ran so fast to the hospital. When I got there Owens father was there to take me to Owens room. I saw him laying on the hospital bed. He looked like he was just taking another nap. "When you went home yesterday he overdosed and fell to the floor, we heard the bang and went to check on him, and found this note for you." His mother said while handing me a note.

"Dear Andy. As you know I'm not the best at writing but I'll give it a shot :D Every time I hear how hard you have it at home because of your parents It breaks me. This time you mentioned how you wanted to just be gone so you didn't have to deal with life anymore, it woke something in me. If I did that I didn't have to listen to you suffer anymore. But I know me doing this won't help you at all. I am so sorry. When you come to visit me. Please hold my hand for one last time. Thank you for being my best friend for so long. And for being my first and only love :) -Owen."

I held my hand in front of my mouth as I read. Me venting to him made him k!ll himself. I cried as I took his hand for the last time. I kissed his hand, and then my parents barged in. They saw how hurt I was and group hugged me. They haven't hugged me in so long. I broke down, and they started crying too. 

I've never forgotten Owen. When he wrote me that letter, I realized, I loved him more than a friend too. We could've had a happy life together, if I hadn't vented so much, he could've still been here. I still blame myself for what he did. I'll never fully recover. But after what happened to Owen, Natasha has been there to comfort me. I never told her the full story until this day. Natasha is my wife, and we still visit Owens grave.