I want to forget the day of your funeral.
Everyone from school showed up to pay their respects, but how could they show their faces when they didn't even know you.
I was livid.
But not at them.
I was angry with myself because if anyone was not allowed to be there it was me.
I pushed you to do this to yourself.
If anyone was not allowed to live, it should be me.
YOU ARE READING
When You Are Gone
Short Story(Sequel to When We Were Happy. Spoilers included) It's not good to take things for granted. Especially people. Because you may never know the day that that person leaves your world slanted. "How do you feel?" "I don't."
