love , storm .

She cracked-literally-and the sound rang in my ears like a catchy, annoying tune you couldn't get rid of. For a moment, I was deaf, with this being the only sound I could hear. Crack, crack, crack, my mind said. I turned to Leo, her and my friend, as his brown hair covers his hazel eyes and his breathing slows. He's a sight to see; a bent, disfigured shape. His chest is heaving up and down, and his knees sink into the grass.

"No, no," He mumbles. "Autumn, no." He repeats this on and on and on. He's in lost for words, as am I.

But it was never supposed to be like this. Ever.

"911 speaking. What is your emergency?" The operator's voice is drowned out by Leo's sobbing. I've never seen him cry before.

"There's been a suicide," I say.