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Gone, was he.
My best friend was no more.
Death consumed him and
was lingering in the air.
The atmosphere was tense
and sad.
His mother brought me
to where they investigate
Elijahs body and the moment
I see him, I was faced with reality.
A white, pained body
was visible and I did not
recognise the boy who said
that he was in love with me,
I did not recognise the boy I called
my best friend. I did not recognise Elijah at all.
He was killed,
his throat was cut open.
Scars were visible on his face,
like tears they were scratched upon his face.
He was dead,
as dead as someone could be,
but he was still very alive in my heart.
It really struck me to see
him like this,
to really see his dead
body in front of my eyes.
It never occurred to me
how much I could lose in my life.
Now I know it.
I find myself wishing it was not real,
hoping he would embrace
me again, hoping he would
make me forget again.
"He is being looked at for clues that show us who killed him."
"He is being looked at for clues that
show us who killed him."
Elijah was killed, murdered.
Taken away from me in such
a harsh manner. Such a horrific way.
I see his scars, his marks and cry.
My poor Elijah did not deserve this.
I refuse to believe Harry,
my Harry, did it,
but somewhere deep in my heart,
I know he is the one who
took Elijah away from me.
I hear Elijahs mother
her cries next to me,
and on the other side of his,
I like to call it sleeping
body, I see my mother looking at me.
As soon as I arrived home yesterday,
I told her the news and she hugged me for so long, I thought she would not let me go anymore.
She kept soothing my hair and wiping my tears away, she told me everything would be alright someday.
I tried to believe her,
I really tried but nothing gives me hope anymore,
nothing is left here.
Especially knowing Harry killed someone. My Harry. My lover. My sinner. He played me.
He is crazy, fucked up and a sinner.
He warned me, a thousand times. He even said it himself and I was too blind to see it.
If it was true
and Harry really did kill
Elijah, what will I be thinking?
How do I process that, the fact that the man I fell in love with is a murderer?
It is killing me and
there is nothing I can do to
stop the negative feelings spreading
through my already pained body
and mind.
"He looks so peaceful,"
I state, pulling everybody
out of their griefing thoughts.
My mother looks at me and
smiles comfortly, and next to me
I feel Elijahs mother grapsing my arms.
She pulls me in for a hug.
One loving, caring and full
of emotions I feel my cheeks
getting wet again.
Tears spilling out and cries escape
my painful and dry lips.
One last glance at Elijahs body
and I move myself towards the way out, leaving my best friend for what he is, dead.
I let out a deep sigh
when I am met with fresh air.
The sun shines bright
and I think about everything
I have lost within a month.
