Alastair pov//
I'm sitting in the waiting room because she's in a lot of testing and they are hooking her up to machines, no one has talked to us yet just the doctors giving us sad glances, what does that mean? What do sad glances mean?!?
She was my one, she has to live.
My mom walks in the door and as soon as she spots me tears start rolling down her face. I probably look horrible.
She hands me a letter that has my name on it, the handwriting is hers she wrote it in my favourite colour, blue.
I read over what seems to be millions of times.
This was all Rose's fault! Oh my god but it's mine too. I could have stayed at her house later or told someone about the bullying.
I thought when we graduated it would end and we could have our future and everyone else would go on with their own life.
My baby, she has to live. I love her too damn much, I'm gone if she is.
YOU ARE READING
Gone//M.Miller
Short StoryShe was gone, her eyes didn't hold their usual glint, her paintings were dark, music taste went down the drain, it wasn't her anymore.
