You stare at the once bright window. The good years it has were gone.
'It was too late' you thought.
You couldn't do anything.
The flowers that he planted were dead and withered.
The light in the room was gone. Nothing could change the fact that he died. He died of loneliness. Of pain. Of rejection.
He faked a smile to not worry his friends. It worked but it only broke him more.
He cared of others but he never cared for himself.
His parents blamed it on themselves.
A few days after his body was found, they shot themselves to get rid of the once precious light they had.
You try to stay alive, but for what?
Everything is gone
