As I reach my bedroom, I can't stand holding it in anymore. I throw my bleach white bag into the corner of the room, and crawl up onto my soft, blue bed. I feel the silky sky blue comforter and all the memories hit me like a brick wall...
My mind takes me there now. The afternoon Toronto sky is streaked with pastel pinks and bright oranges, making the sky look like an elegant painting. White clouds look like cotton candy, whispy and thin. I never want this beautiful summer day to end. We lay in the bright green fields decorated with enchanting yellow dandelions. "LilyAnna?" he says.
I slowly reach over and gently hold his hand. "I promise I'll never let you go. You will never be alone ever again." "Till death do us part," I say, my voice thick with emotion.
So, I wasn't completely lying.. my mom DID get a better job offer for NASA here in Missouri, but that wasn't the only reason we moved.. Quinn was the love of my life. He was my savior. I wouldn't be alive without him. 1 month after that beautiful summer day, Quinn committed suicide.
At exactly 3:47 am, on May, 19 I got a call from him. He sounded.. panicked. I couldn't understand a word he was saying. He was screaming at the top of his lungs and crying harder than I'd ever heard him cry. I threw on my white leather jacket, got in my car, and drove the 15 minutes to his quaint house. I almost got into an accident due to the fear that filled my mind. Once I reached Quinn's house, I saw his parents cars weren't in the driveway. The house was unlocked, however, so I immediately ran as fast as I could upstairs. When I opened Quinn's door, he had sealed an unruly fate. As I cried my eyes out over his blood soaked body, paramedics slammed open the door.
I'm assuming one of the neighbors called 911, because they heard screaming, but I couldn't stand that they were tearing me away from my angel. Honestly though, I was glad they did.. because I would never have left if it weren't for them. I was immediately taken into questioning, (not that they thought I killed him) and then my mom drove me home.
A week later, I was called back and given the key to his home. He had left a suicide note, leaving all his possessions to his true love, LilyAnna.
But I didn't want his things. I wanted HIM. I wanted Quinn. As I walked into his bedroom the first time, I cried. The second time I slept in his bed for a good 3 hours. The third time, however, I screamed as loud as I could.. I threw things and I even punched a hole into his wall..
"You promised you'd never leave me!!!!"
The fourth and final time I had gone to his house was the most painful. I spent the whole day there. Quinn's parents allowed me to have as much time there as I'd liked, and I was welcome whenever I wanted.
I had taken a few of his shirts, his Superman hoodie, and right when I was about to leave, I tripped. I looked down at a lifted floorboard and knelt on my knees. Carefully, I lifted it up, reavealing an old journal.
When I went home that day, my mom was all packed and on our drive to our new house in Missouri, I read the beaten down journal. The whole book was filled with memories of me. The very last entry was 2 days before his death.
"She's the love of my life, but I can't keep pretending I'm okay. I'm not okay. I have to stay strong for her. For my precious little lily..."
I looked up at my clock and saw I had been laying here in my ocean of tears for 2 straight hours. Looking down at my silky pillows, I see black smudged eye liner stained onto them. It was because of me that Quinn died. "Your death will not be in vain," I whisper. I know that nobody is here, but I say it like a secret between me and my deceased angel.
I get up slowly, feeling completely numb. No emotions, no feeling. I slip off Quinn's hoodie and head downstairs. I stride into my living room, and lay on my sofa, allowing it to hold me in all its warmth. As I drift into a slumber, my thoughts are filled with Josh. I fall asleep with a faint smile on my face.
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