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prolouge: the boy who..

I feel the tears running down my right cheek before my brain has time to process the photograph infront of me.

Drew's eyes. He was young in that photo. Elementary school, possibly before that. His eyes were so full of life. Happiness was beaming through them. From his eyes alone you could tell that that photo had been taken on a good day.

A day that wasn't like this one.

I took a seat next to Liam and Henry, like I had been adviced to do by Drew's mother. It wad the section for friends of Drew. But even when the doors to the Church shut, it was only us three in this row.

People went up and said words, but I couldn't focus on what they were saying. All the good person's and sorrow's mixed together. It was all the same.

After a couple of minutes, Liam got up and walked passed me to say his words. I had heard through people in our year that Drew and him had been dating, but broke up a couple days before the incident.

I wonder if that was the final thing that had caused Drew to...

I stopped my thoughts. Although, it had been bothering me. The photograph of that cheerful child, having a great day. What could of lead someone to go from being that happy to become depressed.

Liam walked back to our row, passing me. He was barely holding it together. Tears were blooming in his eyes. So many tears. It shocked me that he didn't break down on stage.

So many tears aroung the room. People were sobbing; heads in hands. For someone described as a bully, he sure did have people that loved him dearly.

Out of all us in this Church, it shocks me that nobody saw the signs. How did nobody notice?

The incident happened recently. But how recent were the events that caused it?

I shiver st the realisation that the cause could date back to me. Our argument could've been the first reason. Maybe, it could've been the only reason. It might've destroyed him.

I look at Liam and Henry. I'm not the only one feeling this way. Liam's crying now. I can't being myself to comfort him.

We watch as the coffin is lowered into the ground. It's a fancy coffin to nobody's suprise. It's got a gold rim. I'm suprised his parents can still afford that.

It's weird. How almost eighteen years of life are hidden in that coffin. How it ended so abruptly. How in ten years time most of these people will have forgotten Drew's name, how old he was when he died, or why he did it.

But the amounts of tears in this room, I'm guessing that there's a lot more people crying out of guilt than out of true sadness. It makes me think...

Does anyone know why Drew killed himself at all?