One Day Too Late

Empty

-Harmony's P.O.V

On the walk home from the bus stop I feel so empty. She was a part of me, now there's a gap, waiting for someone to fix it.  I doubt it could ever be filled. No one sat next to me on the bus. I guess they were scared of triggering me by taking "her seat". It's better that way though, I want to be alone. I walk through the door and go immediately to my room, not being able to face anyone right now. As soon as I shut the door behind me, I dissolved into tears. I should've seen it sooner, it's my fault. I could've saved her. She would've listened to me. But could've and should've wont bring her back, nothing will. The enormity of her death settles around me. I will never hear her laugh again, never see her smile. She's never going to touch me again, or sing to me when I'm sad. Who's going to tell me that it's alright? Who can I trust now that she's gone? I want something to hold close, a connection to her. I want to know how she felt in her last moments. Was she thinking of me? Was her death instant? Did she hang there for a while? Did she regret doing it? Is she happy wherever she is now? One question keeps coming back to me though, why? I try to remember the last conversation we had; something about Black Butler? She seemed totally fine then. What happened to make her feel this way? What could happen to make her take her life? A tear slips from my eye as I realize that maybe I didn't know her as well as I thought. She was my best friend, yet I'm as clueless as everyone else. And now I'll never know why, because she's dead. I try to comfort myself as I mentally go over everything I do know about her. 

1. She loved bands and anime. . . a lot 

2. Her favorite bands were Bring Me The Horizon, My Chemical Romance, and Twenty One Pilots 

4. She was a Christian

5. She was kind and caring. She would put other peoples happiness above her own 

6. She was majorly emo 

7. She had inky black hair with deep blue highlights, caramel-colored skin, and emerald green eyes   

As the details of Echo and her life come back to me, I'm strangely comforted. She may have died young, but at least she made a difference in the world, which is something some people can go through 80 years of life without doing. I hope that one day I can look back at her life and smile, but right now I miss her so bad. I'd give anything just to see her one last time. Suddenly I feel something cold on my cheek, but when I turn nothing's there. Could it be Echo? No, that's crazy. . .right? The temperature drops and the room becomes a giant icicle. 

"E-echo?" I stammer, half afraid, half hoping she'll respond. I feel one last cool touch, and then everything returns to normal. I secretly smile, completely convinced that she's watching over me from beyond the grave. Even in death she's making me smile.