It's been 6 months. I visit his grave everyday, bringing his favorite flowers every time. He always loved tulips.
I quit YouTube. I was to depressed to even put a smile on my face. I found Matt's old razor. I cut myself everyday. It's not what Matt would want, but I don't have a choice. I can't kill myself. I just couldn't do it.
I miss Matt everyday. I miss waking up to him beside me. I've decided to leave. It'll be painful, but I'll see Matt again.
I went into my closet where the noose was. I was going to see Matt again. I got on the chair, put the rope around my neck, and jumped. I passed out soon after.
I woke up in my closet. I was on the floor. I looked up. There I was. I looked over, and there he was. Matt. I ran up and hugged him. "I missed you, Matt."
"I've missed you, too."
