Dear Ethan,
There isn't a day that goes by without me thinking about you. I feel guilty of your death. If you hadn't been on the ground because I pushed you, you would have lived like I did. Instead, you got crushed. I can barely function anymore because I've lost you.
I survived, but I lost both of my legs. Losing my legs was like losing you. I lost half of myself because of the accident. I just wish I could rewind. I forced us to go to the park that day. If we didn't, we wouldn't be in the predicament that we are in. You wouldn't be dead and I would still have my legs and my best friend.
I wish I could live that day again and change everything. I'm so sorry that you lost your life because of me, and I will make it up someday, no matter where it is Heaven or on Earth
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Lost Half
Non-Fiction{Warning: Contains suicide, sexual items, and self-harming.} I'm heartbroken. I have had a major crush on my best friend Ethan for years, since about the time I met him. I confessed to him a few weeks ago, and when I was following him to the park to...
