Jason's PoV
It's all my fault. I should've gotten out of the way. I should've been a better friend. I should have held him close even when he didn't want me to.
I should've noticed when the smiles looked fake, and his eyes lost the hope they used to have.
I should've told him the truth, and not been a bitch and acted like my feelings were a giant deal.
I should have made him realize what he meant to me.
I should've taken all the love he offered and reflected it right back. He would have deserved that, if not more.
I should have noticed that he was constantly complaining about how his parents acted.
I should have noticed what he ate.
I should have noticed when he didn't.
I should have told him that he was everything I dreamed of at night and everything he ever should expect to be.
I should have assured him that he was the most important person in my life.
I should've stopped complaining about my bullshit and listened to him for goddamn once.
I should've held his hand when he was lonely.
And when he wasn't.
And when I was.
I should have noticed the little box on the desk whose contents were unknown.
I should've noticed when he started to lose his glow.
I should've brought it back.
I should've told him every night and every morning how much I loved every single part about him.
I should've seen the scars under his sleeves.
And now he won't wake up.
