Shooting Star

Not a note. A poem.

Lips shivering. His whole body was quaking as he picked up a pen and began to write. Scott's hand shook, yet his handwriting was neater than ever before. His tears stained the paper though. He bit his lip and looked over the writing, then put it folded in his hand.

Tears. Tears stained thier way down Scott's dry face. They felt warm and tasted like salt. He always wondered, where do you go after death?

Which is why hes afraid of it.

He was scared because he didnt know. He didnt know what would happen. He didnt even get to choose if he died right now. He could live and get permentaly damaged. Or he could die and damage his friends. The only people he had now.

Yet....something pulled him closer and closer to his death. Like something was calling his name. Inviting him. The worst part...

He accepted that invite.
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Will needed to apologize. He needed to do something. Say something. Anything to make Scott know he cares. He cares about him. About thier friends. About them. He needed to make it too Scott's house.

The damn stoplights kept going red as soon as his car pulled up to them. Like they were fucking with him on purpose. Twitching his eye in frustration, Will sighed and pushed his foot against the gas petal, running the light. His phone buzzed with a message from Mike.

What does he want now? Will grabbed his phone and read the messages spammed to him. None of them mattered anyway. They were about work. Except the last one. The one Will just received.

After reading it, he was filled with a new determination. He sped up his car, hoping to make it in time.

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He didnt knock. He didnt even park his car right in his panick to reach Scott. William rushed up the stairs to where Mike and Jeremy were. He silently prayed, he prayed that his best friend was okay. That everything would turn out fine. That Scott wasnt...wasnt...

He shoved Mike out of the way and looked up. He stopped and gasped. Tears threatened thier ways into the corners of his eyes. He looked back at Jeremy. "You! You're his best friend! Tell me this isnt my fault! Please!" William begged Jeremy. He looked down. "I d-dont know w-wh-why he d-did it..." Jeremy responded, his voice cracking from the tears he was trying to hold back.

Mike hugged his son. Jeremy didnt deserve this. To loose his best friend. To loose someone who was a second dad to him. Will walked up to Scott's lifeless body, and took a piece of paper that was in his hands. Everyone had a suicide note. But, this wasnt a note.

Not a note. But a poem.

"Shooting stars.
Looking at them in the pitch black as you make a wish that you hope will come true the next day.
Wishing that you'll find love or friendship or happiness or hope.
Withing upon the streaks of white.
Unless you're me.
Because, if you're me, you dont wish.
Wishing means nothing to you. There is no good luck or wishes.
If you're me, you kiss into the night.
You kiss because your beloved mother told you that the shooting stars were your past loved ones blowing you a kiss.
So you kiss back.
I kiss back in the cold autumn air. When I'm happy. Or sad. Or mad.
I always kissed back.
Blowing kisses into the night sky untill...

I'm the one blowing kisses from the sky."

Tears. There were tears everywhere. Tears from a man who looked at Scott like a brother. Tears from a boy who looked at Scott like a second dad.

Tears from a man who loved Scott with every inch if his body.

William felt Scott's hand. It was cold and pale. He wanted this to be a sick prank. Like for revenge or something. He needed it to be a horrible nightmare. He hugged Scott and pulled him down from the noose that hung from the ceiling of his room.

Will examined Scott, looking for any sign of life. He saw none. Just lifeless eyes and a cold pale body. "No," he whispered. "No no no no!" He cried and looked back at Mike. "W-we can fix this right? We can take him to the hospital!" William's voice was dripping with sorrow. Mike sadly shook his head and looked away.

William looked at Scott again, and placed his hand on the cold cheek of the body. "I'm so sorry..."