The next day is Thursday. Still summer. Faith is still at my house. Which I don't mind. She listens. We stayed up all night talking. We went to Denny's for breakfast with my dad, Shortly after, my dad went to work. Faith and I are sitting in the couch watching Netflix. She thinks I'm watching but in reality I'm going through Bryce's Facebook photos. I get so lost into the sparkle in his eyes. I get startled by the window on my screen alerting me that I have 20% battery left. I get up and walk to my room. I plug in my phone and set it down in the bed. I look up at the ceiling and take a deep breath. "He knows it's hard, I know he does" I say. I know that no one is listening but sometimes it feels good to let it out.
I go back into the living room and faith is passed out. I put a blanket over her and decide to feed the dog.
Deogie is my best friend. He is a red nose pit and I've had him for about 4 years. He listens when no one else does. And when I cry, not only to I feel the chill of my tears rushing down my face, but I also feel the warmth of his tongue. It's comforting. He doesn't like it when I cry.
I fill his food bowl all the way and place it on the floor. I then hear my phone ringing. Assuming it's my dad I run. I pick up my phone and answer it without looking.
"Izz.." I heard a familiar voice whisper.
"Bryce...?" I asked.
