𝐋𝐀𝐋𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

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⟨ OMNISCIENT ⟩
ROSEVILLE, CA ⎮ MAY 4TH
MORGAN CREEK
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WHEN GIAVONNI GOT HOME that day her world was crushed.

It had been 20 whole hours since then and she hadn't moved from her place under her covers. Not to eat, drink, shower, or go to school.

She refused to accept that he did it and succeeded. Refused to accept that he was gone, and a large chunk of her heart with him.

It was on the news, it was everywhere. She would never forget the headline.

Another Sacramento Teen Pronounced Dead At Scene After Fatal 16 Feet Fall

The bridge he took her to. The "special" spot where he brought her on their first and only date even though he promised her he'd take her out again.

The comments on a post about it called it the "suicide bridge". Kesani was apparently the 8th person to die there the same way, his tattoo artist friend he told her about being the last before him.

Death was a hard thing to fathom. The fact they were gone, never to speak, walk, laugh, or breathe again was unreal.

For someone you seen every day to be gone in such an instant... was enough to make one's chest cave in. And that's exactly what happened to Giavonni every time she thought about it.

The girl was sick to her stomach. She had never experienced a loss let alone one this close to her. It actually felt so hard to breathe at times.

She told Kesani she liked him because he was the only person that never hurt her. And then, he hurt her in the worst way possible.

She wished she hadn't said anything. She wished she had just fixed it after the party. She wished he just listened before he walked out on her for the final time.

So much should've, could've, would've, running through her head but none of those scenarios mattered because it was too late.

Far far far too late.

Currently, Giavonni was in a calm phase. It wasn't hitting her right now and she could just sit on her side, curled up in a ball with her hands between her thighs encased in silence without sobbing.

She had to turn her phone off and leave it on her dresser. Every time she used it she would just try calling and texting him, or see someone posting about it and lose it all again.

Or even go through her camera roll and look at pictures of his face and sob at the realization they will never have another moment again, happy or sad.

The sound of her room door creaking open overthrew the ringing in her ear taking her out her dissociation. Giavonni didn't bother looking because by now she knew to expect one of parents to be doing their hourly check up on her.

The only not so bad thing to come out of this situation was her parents showing they just might have a pinch of love for her. She got a hug out of her mom... and who knows when the last time something like that had happened.

She thinks aside from them recognizing the immense pain grief brings, they also came to the conclusion that if it had been her their worlds would be crushed. As most parents feel when things like this happen.

After a few seconds which ever parent was at her door accepted she wasn't going to look over and she heard footsteps on her hard wood floor.

"Gi, someone here for you baby girl." She heard her father speak.

Baby girl.

He probably hadn't called her that since she was actually a baby girl.

It didn't matter who was there because it would never be Kesani again. And all she wanted was for him to come hold her like a baby and make her feel alright like he always did so it was no point in moving.