He sat on her bed.
He looked at her picture.
Over and over again, he kept thinking about the last thing she said to him.
"I will love you always and forever, Shane Gray." He wasn't ready to tell her he loved her yet.
"You too." Was all he could say.
Now, all he did was cry.
Cry until he couldn't take it anymore.
He wanted to grab her and kiss her.
He wanted her beside him.
He wanted her to hold him.
All he wanted to do was tell her he loved her.
And he missed out on the chance.
Because she died.
There was no turning back for him.
Because his throat was starting to sting.
He walked next to her bedside and saw the same knife that she killed herself with.
It still had some of her blood on it.
He looked at it for a while.
The texture was brown.
The blood was dry.
He reached over to it until...
"SHANE!" The voice was familiar.
But his head was cloudy, and he couldn't think.
"Shane Michael Grey, stop right now and march downstairs young man. You're in deep trouble, Why was your red socks in the white laund-." His mom realized. He couldn't think. All he could do was lay there. He was basically a boring person. The old Shane Grey was gone. The improved Shane was also gone. All there was left was Shane Grey, the loner.
His mom exited the room. Once his mom was downstairs and talking to Nate. He took the knife and put it on his neck. He dragged the knife across his throat and-
darkness.