It had been maybe a day or so since Neil left when we were told the horrible news. He had killed himself with a gun in the night time. When I heard, I broke down crying. There was nothing for me to do. There's no way to put into words just how much I loved him, just how much he meant to me.
We all went out to the field, it was snowing, just like that night he gave me his sweater. The pain was so unbearable, all I could do was sink to the ground and cry. We'd never have our happy ending. We'd never get to say goodbye, or hug, or kiss ever again. He'd never make me laugh, he'd never goof around with me. Never again would I get to hear about his plays or help him practice his lines. But I suppose all good things must come to an end.
Afterwards, I want back to the room and locked the door tight. Maybe I could look through some of his belongings to make me feel better before his funeral. It would help me focus on the good times and make me feel a little better I suppose.
He had a box that had old pictures of him and his family, and all sorts of books and notes and letters. It was like a time machine. Reading through everything made me feel better.
After a while of looking all around the room at his things, I noticed a piece of red fabric sticking out from under his bed. Interested by what it was, I pulled it out. To my surprise, it was my sweater that I had lost. Wiping my tears away, I laughed a little, "That idiot stole my sweater so he'd have an excuse to give me his," I said to myself, smiling at the bittersweet memory. And, in that moment, I guess maybe I was happier that I wasn't Heather.
The End
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Wish I Were Heather - Anderperry Story
FanfictionIt's hard enough for Todd to admit that he has a crush on a boy, let alone his best friend and roommate. When they kiss, their relationship seems to be an open-shut case, the feelings seem to be mutual. But things begin to get complicated when Neil...
