I look over to my phone, tears falling down her face. Crying isn't like her, she whispers in the phone something I couldn't quite make out. Then I get a text from her.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore"
I try to hold back my tears as she types.
Bury Me In Misery
(This chapter is dedicated to one of my best friends, Leah. May you rest in peace and fly high)
"I'm trying my best, I don't think I can hold on for much longer"
My heart skips a beat
I cry as I try to help her, I've saved her life once, surely I can do it again. Can't I?
I call all her friends and we comfort her, telling her how amazing she is and that she doesn't need to go, I call her once again. It's too late I'm afraid.. Days go by and still no answer from her.
( In a few weeks, it will be a whole year since she passed, Leah. We love you so much! )
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