Slick brown hair, combed back. His mask over to the side. "Heavy feeling?" He asks. "Y-yeah..I wasn't expecting this from her at all." The man takes back his seat, "And I wasn't expecting an outsider like you. Wanting to see her, I want to doubt you there." "It's true," I say, "I know it sounds like bullshit, but honest to God I want to see her. See her live again.."
"You can't love someone back to life, boy." The man twirls the candy. "You can try," I say, "Give them the most.." The man nodded his head. "Tell me," he began turning around in his seat and lets his back rest on the side of the table, "why do you think she killed her self?"
"Because I didn't love her..I didn't help her enough."
He eyes me. Then looks down to his lap, "I suppose you have one right. Say you never called or texted her that final life day of hers, would you go to check on her?"
"I wouldn't know.." I think about my mom, "I can't anyways if it happened."
"She'd have to tell you for you to go?.."
"Not like-"
The man stands. "What if it was too late? What if she didn't tell you at all?
"I'm sorry.."
"Sorry doesn't heal a cut skin." The man said lowly, "Nor doesn't bring back air to a rope." I lower my head. "I don't mean to act as a parent, but you have to do your choices. No matter how late it could be." His voice softens. "I know. I'm useless."
"No. Useless is a person who runs away. Are you running away?"
"From my life yes.."He pats my shoulder, "I was once like you. I didn't go far..I didn't go back either. I was stuck in my own new life."
He sighs, "You blocked her so many times. No wonder she played on that guitar of hers. Drums. Piano. To block the ignorance and maybe even depression. You did say she was depressed to her.."
"No. I just said she was a little sad all the time.." I realized. A little too late.
"Those words hurt her." I held my head. I didn't want to hurt her at all!She'd play some of my favorite songs. Electric guitar and drums. Piano even. Even on a normal guitar- I didn't even noticed. And when she sang a part, the words of "love was never meant to be such a crazy affair" and "never thought I'd sit around and cry for your love, till now" echoed in my head now. That wasn't from any of my songs, it was hers.
Her song.
And I let it slide. "Wh-what about her cat?" I ask. Miguel said that Dusty helped her. "The cat? She'd hug her. And the cat slept next to her. Day and night. Rikkun's bond with the cat within days."
"What about her days away from town?"
"To change herself." He looks me dead in the eyes, "She changed because she thought you didn't love her anymore."
"But I did, I do!"
"Would you go back in time to reassure her? Her own mind and everyone killing her?"
"I..I'd help. I would try to help- I'd do anything for her..""Then prove yourself starting today."
YOU ARE READING
15 Reasons Why | "You Could Save Her?"
Teen Fictiona story to my friend | ? ❤ summary Heh, do I really have to place an introduction? The name's. Rikkun. Larrson. And trust me, you must've heard my name at lest once in your life. And it's cool. Why? Because you've played a "big" role in my life. So...