chapter 30

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the people we were

October 21st, 2019
She didn't go to his funeral.

Well at least, that's what her friends and family think.

After they had left her house, she thought about it. So around an hour later she showed up and watched from afar.

She saw people who never really knew him grieve her soulmate's death. 

She only stayed a few minutes, she couldn't handle more than that.

She went to his house.

The autopsy report came back, showing he had too much bruising which didn't correlate to the jump.
His parents had been interrogated. They admitted what they had done carelessly and she was horrified to find out about it.

She's mad he didn't tell her. But you can't be mad at the victim, so instead she's mad at herself.

She walked into his room. Everything was still the exact same. It's like he didn't know tomorrow wouldn't come.

Her hands float over his belongings, never touching them. It's as if she were in a museum, admiring the art but wasn't allowed to touch it. She seems to inspect every detail of his room, as if when she looks back, it'll disappear, like he has.

Oh, how she misses the people they were.
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