The whole place was silent . I couldn't possibly have heard it wrong . Yet , I tried to find something , anything that'd tell me otherwise . But to no avail . The more I heard , the more shocked I got. The more he spoke , the more I froze . My heart , my mind , my soul , my entire being was stuck in that moment.
He talked about that dead student . How that person had died . The police said it was an accident but many had suspicions . It was highly unlikely for a person , teenage or adult , to fall down the balcony . And even if it was an accident , why did nobody from the neighborhood or the house heard any screaming . But since all the evidence pointed towards the fall with no foul play and no clues as to why she would kill herself , everybody agreed with the accident .
I didn't hear any words he said , back then. I couldn't . All I could do was think about that time was that the person who had died , possibly in a suicide , was none other than Melody .
My Melody , with whom I planned to go back home . To whom , I planned to confess all my feelings. With whom I felt this beautiful experience and wanted to share something more, was dead. My body , which had gone numb long since ago , felt the familiar feeling of suffocation once again . That time , more intense than ever yet I didn't think anything of it . So what if I couldn't breathe anymore , it didn't matter . What did was the fact that Melody was no longer here . I was so devastated that I didn't notice my vision was darkening . My heart was slow , exceptionally slow . The only thing I remembered was the sharp pain at the back of my head before everything went dark .
P.S.
Hi ! I'm so sorry I haven't been consistent with my posting . It's because I wasn't satisfied with the ending of the story and since it was already done I decided not to change it but make another sequel . So I had already been thinking about this other story's plot for a while now . I was just way too lazy to write it down into a story but I think it will go perfectly with Crush's plot . I personally hate the whole " metaphorical suicide" on a story and at first this wasn't how it was supposed to be . It was supposed to be really short story , like 5 chapter one but I wanted to add more which eventually turned the ending into the whole different thingy. And so I decided to not make it into what it has become now . what i want is the mixture of deepest darkest brightest emotions that we all feel but don't know how to say it out loud .
Anyways , I'm not sure if I could make myself clear here but the main point is that this book is going to have a sequel and the picture book (maybe). Until next time , take care . :)
