What would you do if your best friend in the whole world was gone and it was all your fault? What if the last words you said to them were fuck off? What if they were gone because they had confessed they're love to you and you were to much of a coward to confess you love them back?
Well… you'd probably do what I just did…
I scribble it down in a haste, tears streaming steadily down my face, crimson curls falling in my golden emerald eyes.
I sigh as I hold the note over my heart I can feel it beating… but I don't understand how something so completely shattered and broken still works. I raise to gun to gently rest against my temple in a trembling hand as I take my final breath I shakily whisper my final words… those three words I've wanted to say for so so long "I love you" and with that I pull the trigger … no hesitation and my body falls limply to the hard wood floor.
The last thing I hear before the blackness fades around my blood splattered room are the sound of heavy footsteps running down the hall and the soft fluttering of a blood soaked note as it falls to rest beside my lifeless body.