It is times like this when people stop to think where they went wrong. I fell to my knees and wept. I broke into sobs. The sobs became moans, which became screams and then shrieks. I felt sick.
The blood. It was everywhere. In and on everything. The knife was still there. He was dead. He had died. I lost him BECAUSE I never told him how I felt. He left a note that said he felt alone. He left a note. A note. That's all I had left of him. That's when he began to sputter
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