"It's funny how we managed to live our lives and you never got my name. It's Terri. Shawn and Terri, a secret sealed with a kiss.
"I think you loved the thought of someone with you, just with you, no strings attached. I liked being that for you. Names never came up. Not much but our spontaneous, vigorous sessions. But it wasn't enough for you. It's too late now.
"Remember Valentine's Day? The happy day that changed our fate forever. I found you again, by the edge of the Boy's bathroom. What were you always doing there? I saw blood, pooling around you. I dragged up your sleeves, soaked in crimson. Your wrists were cut, a tiny razor digging in the large valley that was your dead, limp skin. I tried to pick you up. You made no movements as I dragged you through the hollow halls where we once quenched our thirst for each other's lips. blood was on my lips now. And my hands. Embedded in my skin. Unlike you, who slipped away in a millisecond. I haven't felt whole since then. I love you.
"I guess you didn't like me enough to survive."
