Cuts of love

Chapter- 16

He is dead. I drop the phone. and run to Michael, I cut the rope and his lifeless body drops to the ground with a thud. Michaels body is sprawled under the tree, under our tree . my eyes well up with tears. I cannot believe this, why would he do this? I notice a sliver of white and turn to the tree. here is a white piece of paper with writing on it. a suicide note. I rip the blade from the battered and bruised tree trunk, the paper gracefully floats to the soft green grass. I carefully lean down and pick up the crumpled paper.

Shailene,

I love you, and would die without you, so that's what I'm going to do. You have helped me through so much. Even though you won't read this, I am still writing it.

I will soon be a faded memory, my corpse lying on the cold tile bathroom floor. The pain I felt, in my blood, my face, and soul will soon be demolished, it will stay here, on earth. Death is not a scary thing, it's inviting, like a breeze on a warm summers day.

I watched you going home, every day, every single day. when I saw you, I couldn't believe the beauty, how perfect you were. You were like a rose petal, soft and delicate but strong and comforting.

You were in my math and art class, I would watch you draw in your notepad in art, sketching, amazing people, animals and even just patterns. You would draw in your math book, and even then you were amazing. You drew through your pain, I could tell.

Your eyes were hazel, an array of beautiful colours, greens yellow and Browns, they were so beautiful, but they were lifeless. sad. You always wore a long sleeve, but every now and then your sleeve would slip and I got a glimpse of who you really were, a depressed lonely girl, who needed more, you needed something to live for. I thought that I had the guts to ask you out, I never got to doing it, every time I saw you, I nearly died, if looks could kill. Now I won't have to die every time I see you. I was deteriorating, you are my life, you are my soul, my everything. And now that your gone, I don't have anyone to live for, no one will care whether I'm standing in front of them or floating above them. No one gives a shit but you! I'll tell you all about it when I see you again.

I Love You, stay strong my darling.

You could tell he had cried on the paper because it was tear stained, now my tears will run with his. At the bottom of the paper Michael had kissed it, and under the kiss he wrote

kiss me?

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Love- Keelzey