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calum had officially quit smoking. maybe michael's death shook him a bit. calum might have hated michael, but he seemed off ever since he died.

i hadn't talked much since, i simply walked around slowly not looking people in the eyes. i would visit michael's house every once in a while, but he never answered when i knocked. i told the police that i was his girlfriend. they let me in the house to collect anything before they sold his possessions.

calum came with me, just so i wouldn't have to go through it alone. i walked into the bedroom and looked at the unmade bed. i opened his drawers, his clothes were thrown in there. he had shirts thrown on the floor, most of them dirty, if i had to guess. everything about the house was so alive, why was he dead?

why was he dead?

it all became so real to me. the boy that i almost killed myself over, the boy that made my life a living hell, the boy i couldn't stop loving was gone. i grabbed a dirty shirt off of the floor. i went to his desk and grabbed his notebook off of the top. i knew he always wrote in it.

"let's go, calum, i don't love him anymore."