The Day Hannah Died (wlw / gxg)

The Day Hannah died, I was happy.
Not because she died, of course, but because I got an A on my semester work in English, and my mom took me shopping, and we laughed a lot.
Hannah's mother led me up to her room. She told me to take anything I wanted. I didn't want anything. I wanted everything. I didn't want to be reminded of her, but I wanted to remember everything about her.
I remember the day we met. I remember the first time she smiled at me. I remembered the day she started playing soccer, so she could train with me. I remember the first time going up the stairs to her room. I remember the day we became friends. I remember the day I almost kissed her.

CW // Death, Homophobia, Queerphobia