2 months later
{luke}
I haven't talked to Skylar for two months.
Two months of confusion and sadness and worry and anger.
Scrolling through the old news I missed, my stomach drops.
Anorexic teen kills herself in Arizona Home.
The article is two months old.
There's a picture of a girl with beautiful brown hair and chocolate eyes.
My mouth is dry.
My eyes are blurry.
I pick up my phone and type the rest of the poem.
luke: Dead flowers are beautiful too, but just not the same. I will love you forever and always.
*message not sent*
I shake as I open a bottle of pills.
My mouth opens.
Skylar Rose,
Let's be wilted flowers together.
