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there once was a quiet kid that sat behind me in math class. i always handed him papers, but i never really talked to him. we might've exchanged a friendly glance or smile here and there, but we never actually spoke to one another. we never really had a conversation.
i wanted to talk to him, but i was a quiet person myself. plus i didn't really know what we would talk about.
we never really spoke a word to each other, but it was like we were friends in a way. i don't know if he considered us friends, but i did and i still do.
the school year went by and suddenly we were in tenth grade. he was in my math class again. it's only been like two weeks of school, but i still haven't talked to him. plus he didn't sit behind me anymore. he sat at the other side of the room. we didn't really share any glances or smiles anymore.
thursday september 14th 2017, i didn't go to school. i was home sick with a stomach flu.
friday rolls on by quickly, but saturday evening i see people talking about his death. people were saying that he was bullied and implying that he took his own life.
i couldn't believe it. words couldn't form.
a long shower later, i break down. it hits me. he's gone.
he was so quiet, but so am i. i didn't think anything of it.
now i sit here, writing this, thinking about last year and part of this year. i could've talked to him. i could've become his friend. i could've known his favorite movie. i could've known his favorite genre. i could've known all these things about him instead of having to read them from his obituary.
if i talked to him, maybe it would've made a difference.
maybe he would still be here.
rest in peace garrett.
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edit and a/n: all of you are so nice and supporting. i just wrote this to let my feelings out, not expecting anyone to support me or anything. thank you so much for caring. <3
