Well... it's been 219 days since he left... they were painful days... well, I'll try... to summarize what happened in recent times...
After his death, my aunt was diagnosed with depression. She never got over him... Heh neither did I... if I had... protected him better... he wouldn't be SEVEN PALS UNDER THE GROUND... I still blame myself... he must be furious with me... but I can't... the pain of not being able to protect you haunts me to this day...
Coming back... she was about 4 to 5 months... I'm not going to lie, she's still in that state... but less severe... she says she dreams about him... that she can dream about him smiling at her during her day to day life... his friends were not different... everyone went to the funeral... oh I didn't mention... it was a beautiful ceremony... it hurt to see the coffin being closed... an indication that... he'll never... come back...
I miss him... and... it hurts to go through his closet... it hurts... because the room still has his smell... and... it makes me want to cry...
I'm sorry... I just wanted to vent... and... tell you the least bit about what's been going on around here... since... he... left us.
And... forgive me Mari... I... can't... I can't forget him... it hurts too much... I failed in my role in protecting him... I just wish I could go back in time...