A/N: I got this idea from Ed Sheeran's Little Bird. Hope you like it! :)

05.23.09

I saw the fear in your eyes when you came up to me with an injured bird in your hand. I remember how your voice cracked when you said my name and asked if I could help the bird. I remember how you fought back your tears; you were trying to be strong.

We were so young yet even then, I felt something for you. But back then it was strange; I had no idea what it was whenever I saw you, all I knew was that it made me happy. But that day… that day was different. That day I just wanted you to be with me. I wanted you all to myself. I couldn't care less about your bird but I took it in anyway because that meant you being by my side.

After we wrapped its leg in a bandage, we took a nap on the floor where we spread a blanket over together with a bunch of pillows. I woke up an hour earlier. I marveled at how peaceful you looked, how innocent you seemed. I stayed where I was because you were next to me, and that was all that mattered.

You came by each passing day to see how the bird was doing. I, of course, took advantage of your visiting. Oh but Sam, it went wrong. You came to me mainly because of the bird, I was just a pastime. I can't exactly blame you for going to my house everyday for the bird, but I did. I knew you had no place for the bird to stay, but I thought it was a bit selfish of you to do that. I thought to myself, couldn't you at least think of me even for just one minute? I didn't realize you did.

Eventually, its health deteriorated and I did nothing to help. I just watched you as you cried helplessly as the bird died. And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for doing nothing. I'm sorry I screamed at you, when all you needed was my comfort. I'm sorry I thought that it was stupid of you to care so much for such a little bird, not knowing that that bird was the only thing your father left you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being able to see that the tears you shed that day was more than just because of the bird.

I know that now, Sam. And I'm glad I do. I just wished I could've apologized before you left.

- Freddie.

Samantha Puckett

April 17, 1994 - February 25, 2008

A friend, sister and daughter; you will be greatly missed.