'How could you leave me finch!' I yell into the night standing on the edge of the blue hole. It's a week since they found him here and their still sure he's going to die. He's been on life support, but tomorrow they going to take him off. I can't lose him. I can't. I feel a fat tear roll down my face and onto my neck. More come and before I know it I'm on the ground crying, not the pretty kind, the ugly kind with snot everywhere and hiccups. I can't breathe. The world is spinning and blurry. Then all of a sudden. Blackness.