Where Lilac Went

Sex and smoke. Parties at Lilac's house under the big summer stars. Our wild, drunk, crazy, stupid, perfect friendship that came to a tragic end. Everyone loved Lilac. Everyone wants to know what happened to the high school rebel queen of our lives. The girl with all the kisses, all the stares, all the laughs, and all the love must have lived the best life any kid from around here could've hoped for. Her life was a teenage fantasy that all the people she liked had the chance to live too. I had always felt so lucky to be her friend. I was completely in love with her happy soul, as all her friends were. It's safe to say that when I requested to follow her new Instagram account the day before she killed herself, I hadn't realized I was signing on to the only suicide note she would leave behind. Me and five of her closest friends were the only follow requests she accepted to the account. It's almost like she wanted the whole squad to pile into Justin's van to road trip to all of the places she had posted about, chasing down the life she once had and the reason she left it. Lilac had left us the gift of yet another exhilarating, sad, sexy, high summer of firsts.