"cole sprouse has killed himself."
a sentence that shocked everyone.
the fans.
the media.
his friends and family.
shortly after the first season of riverdale finished airing,
and the second season was filmed,
he was found dead.
in bed, pale, with t...
i'm giving the floor a dead stare, i can't function like this.
i feel absolutely empty.
"kj!"
"what?" i'm ripped away from my thoughts by the three girls hollering my name.
"you've been sitting there staring at the ground for like, 5 minutes." mads expalins.
"oh." that long?
"you doing good?" cami asks.
"yeah i just.... haven't been getting much sleep." it's not fully a lie?
"if you wanna go you can, kj." lili tells me, but my eyes are focus on what's in her hands.
'shadows.'
"i'm good. i wanna do this." i force a smile.
"alright, we're looking through these first."
"okay."
the polaroids are spread across the floor.
the pictures are dark.
there are shadows.
probably why that's the name.
he numbered them on the back.
there's a dead forest.
birds.
but there's one that catches your eye.
its his shadow.
with two horns coming out of the sides of his head.
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i pick it up, number 7.
and i see some light writing on the bottom.
"there's more to a character than his words." i mutter.
"huh?" the girls look at me.
"look," i say, gesturing to the small words, "there's more to a character than his words."
"what's that supposed to mean?" cami asks.
"i don't know." mads replies.
"sometimes cole was too poetic for us to understand, huh?" lili chuckles sadly.
there's more to a character than his words.
words.
actions speak louder than words?
i look back at the photo.
no.
"eyes." i whisper.
"what?" lili asks.
"eyes," i repeat. "the eyes are the window to the soul. your soul is who you truly are. it's what makes you care about what you care about and feel what you feel."
they nod.
i wonder what they're thinking.
— ≛ —
we've gone through all the polaroids.
it's 12am.
everyone's tired.
there were lots of subtle suicidal messages in them but they didn't help us figure out why he did it.
"i'm crashing here again." mads says, inviting herself to spend the night.
"i'll go home." i yawn.
"my ass you'll go home." camila tells me, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"huh?"
"you're tired. no way i'll let you drive like that."
"cami-"
"nope. you're taking the other guest room."
i sigh, "fine."
— ≛ —
authors note
I'VE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG I'M SORRY. i didn't have wattpad on my phone for a bit and i've gotten distracted. i'm trying to write a few other stories as well and i kinda just disappeared from writing for a bit i wasn't motivated at all. but i'm back!! i'll do my best to stay active, loves!! also thanks for over 100 reads, wtf? have a good day/afternoon/night!!
