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"And Rob, when you die; I hope they bury you next to us all. With your notebook in hand. From the night you get here on, read me each page as if it's a lullaby. Do all it takes; crawl from your grave to mine. You once said I'd be able to read it one day. I may be dead but I can still have a chance."

I held her phone and kept calling it from mine. Repeatedly asking, "why won't she answer? Why is she gone?" A picture of the frame I broke the edge off brought back far too many memories. 

"WHY?!"

I took a deep breath before shouting even louder.

"WHY DID YOU ALL LEAVE ME?!"

I realized I started to sound selfish but I couldn't put an end to my choking rant.

"WHY DID YOU ALL GO WITHOUT ME?! YOU PROMISED YOU'D STAY!"

I didn't even know who I was shouting at. Who when I had no one? No one to hold, no one to observe, to speak to. I was really truly alone this time. And my body violently shook; as I didn't know what to think.

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