Goodbye, Bleak.
I know you probably might not believe it, but I miss you. Truth be told, I didn't know you that well and never tried to, and I'm guilty for that, for not appreciating you properly when you still were there. I don't think I ever even knew you well enough to grieve you. But you still haunt me sometimes, and I can't believe that you're no longer there. I remember when I first met you, my first impression was how sweet you were. Sometimes, when I'm lying in bed at night, I wonder, if I had reached out to you more, checked up on you more often, talked to you more often, comforted you better when you were upset, would you still be alive? Would you still have the strength to stay?
I've never understood why dead people recieve more flowers than the living until you were gone. Now I do, and I feel so terrible for it. I know that there are a lot of people who feel the same right now, and I hate myself for feeling it, because I'm no better than them. I'm leaving metaphorical flowers on your grave instead of handing them to you like you deserved. I don't think I can ever forgive myself for that, but I hope you forgive me.
And now I'm talking too much about myself. How pathetic.
You know, I think I jumbled up your pronouns at one point. Can you clarify again, do you use she or they? (At this point I'm just rambling)
How many number account this is for you? I've seen you get banned so many times, it's unfair. You didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve any of it - any of the pain the world put you through. Why do things like this have to happen to such amazing people?
I'm leaving Wattpad now, and I don't want to interact with anyone else on Wattpad anymore, but I wanted to visit you one last time. I probably should have done that earlier, but it took me a long time to accept and even longer to push my guilt back.
Rest in peace, my dove.