̶B̶̶e̶̶f̶̶o̶̶r̶̶e̶ ̶Y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶L̶̶e̶̶f̶̶t̶

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I remember the day so vividly. September 6th. The day I got a call from your mom in the middle of class telling me it was urgent. I remember your mother sobbing. I remember hearing one sentence that has now ruined my life.
"He killed himself."
The sentence your mother told me through her sobs. That was the day I went home early. The day everything started.  The day you left. The day engraved into my mind, never to me forgotten. I never told you what you meant to me
before you left.