"His aorta was punctured.. we couldn't repair the damage. I'm sorry, your brother's gone."
What... No.
"W-what? You're joking."
Please? Please be joking.
"I'm sorry," then you walk away.
I haven't even accepted it and suddenly we're in a group hug. All that's going through my head was memory, after memory.
"Got something to tell us, Em?" I told you to shut up then. I shouldn't have. You were kidding, you didn't even know. I didn't appreciate your humour enough, JT, I'm sorry.
"Good girls gone soo bad," I didn't reply to you then. I should have, because it would have been one more chance to talk to you before you were taken from us.
I pinned you against a locker. I punched you many times
"JT and Liberty sitting in tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G," If we'd only known, that a few years down the road that would be true.
There's so much I wish I could have told you, JT. Like how you shouldn't have put up with Manny's shit in tenth grade, how I liked you when we were seven, how your the only person who made me smile when I was fighting with Sean.
How if you didn't marry Liberty, you were an idiot.
Now I never can. I can wish that I did, but I can't ever do it. Not for real. Because of a STUPID school vivalry gone terribly wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen, not now and NOT YOU. Never you, JT Yorke, the person with so much live in him. JT, the person I'd been best friends with since I was four but was stupid and let us grow apart in high school. I should have fought for our friendship.
But I can't.