bryces pov
"MIKEY WHAT THE HELL?!?" i yelled as i walked into mikey hanging from the ceiling fan.
oh no oh no oh no.
i ran over to him, untied the rope and took him down.
i shook mikey in attempt to try and wake him up.
seeing as this wasn't going to work i called the ambulance.
from the corner of my eye i saw a piece of paper.
i went over to it and read the one with my name on it.
with each sentence more and more tears came to my eyes.
this wouldn't of happened if i didn't come faster.
it's all my fault.
5 years later and bryce still blames my death on himself.
what he doesn't realize is that the only reason i didn't commit suicide sooner was because of him.
i miss bryce and i know he misses me.
seeing him cry in his room each and every night makes me mad that i killed myself.
but one day soon enough we will be reunited but for now ill watch over him.
ill be his guardian angel.
authors note: the book is officially over i love all of you that read this. thank you❤
love yalls❤💦
