I stood there with his arms wrapped around my waist. A felt shivers as a cold gust of wind blew against my fragile skin.
"Don't leave me," murmured against his neck. He was my source of heat in this freezing cold.
I felt him take a deep breath, "You know I have to go, Nellie."
Tears escaped my eyes. He lightly wiped them away with his sleeve, "I'm so sorry. "
He took his arms away from me and took a step towards the bus. "I'm sorry," he repeated.
Before he boarded the bus, he turned back to me and saw that I was crying again. His curly blonde hair shook with each step he took. He saw the pain in my eyes as he rushed towards me, pressing his soft lips against mine.
"I love you," he said as we embraced again.
I kissed him gently on his mouth, "I love you too, Tobias."
He broke off first with a sad look in his blue eyes, he was crushed, just as crushed as I was.
"Goodbye, Nellie." I watched him as he stepped onto the large gray bus. I couldn't control the tears leaving my eyes.
The bus drove off towards the setting sun.
That was the last time I saw him.
These words were written carefully on a piece of lined paper. I knew who wrote them. My sister's name was Nellie.
She wrote that minutes before she committed suicide.
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