I stood in the hospital room.
A doctor had taken Harry's body.
They didn't acknowledge me.
I couldn't look away from the floor.
I could see Niall standing in my old hospital room.
He wasn't crying.
He was watching the floor.
I was crying.
Because I was dead.
I couldn't cry.
No tears would fall.
After about an hour I left the hospital.
I watched Niall leave the hospital.
I watched him walk down the dark streets.
I watched him walk into a store and buy a bottle of pills.
I watched him break down.
