He goes at bed at ten, every night. He says goodbye to his friends on the Internet and shuts his laptop down, like clockwork, and then he changes out of his clothes goes to bed. He dreams, but never remembers what about. When he wakes up in the morning, he always slept in, and he hurries to school in time. He gets home at 3:36 and does his homework, and then he returns to his laptop into a bed. He likes gummy bears, horror films and music that has screamed vocals. He doesn't really have any friends apart from me, so we keep some weed in his sock drawer for when the loneliness gets too much. He doesn't know what he wants to do after school, but he knows he wants to going live in a big city. London, maybe. He's so sad because he doesn't realize how beautiful he is. I don't know what I'd be if I didn't love him like I do. I was nothing before hand.
We've lived together for 12 months now, it's nice. I used to be one of those faceless people he speaks to online, and so we both realize that that we couldn't Live with being so far away from each other. I moved to the other end of the country to be with them, I made so many sacrifices and I don't regret it at all. His parents are nice but we just spend most of her time up in his room alone. We don't talk like we used to before I moved in though. Most of the time I just watch him. It's how I know so much about him.
Tonight, his routines changed. He doesn't touch the laptop, he just lies on his bed with this face in the pillow and cries. I was concerned, and so I looked at his calendar and realized the date. Of course he's upset; it's been a year since I hang myself.
