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one.

it's been a whole year since you'd died,

one whole year since my best friend was gone.

i'd walked from my house, past the bridge, to your gravestone nearly every day since.

sometimes i'd bring flowers, 

other times i'd bring books.

it was weird, when i was there, it almost felt like i was with you again.

that's why i did it.

i'd sit there, sometimes i'd talk to you. 

other times i'd read.

one night, i'd even fallen asleep.

when i woke up the next morning to my parents surrounding me,

i knew it had to stop.

i was getting worse every single day,

my smile fading and the light inside my eyes dimming.

and sooner rather than later, i snapped.

i decided it was all too much,

and on my to the cemetery,

over the bridge,

i jumped.

love,

ashton