Disclaimer: Not mine, sorry.
Todd stumbled into the snow, tumbling, falling.
Why?
If it had been him, would he have pulled the trigger?
No.
But why? Why wouldn't he pull the trigger like Neil had? Did he have a reason to live that Neil didn't?
Probably not.
But Todd was still here, Neil wasn't. And it was his fault.
Dammit God. Why did you have to pull Neil from all of his friends; all of the Dead Poets, even Mr. Keating?
Because everyone has to go sometime. Some people just want to go sooner than they should be.
Like me.
Because killing yourself, is killing everyone around you. You will never be able to say a word to them, comfort them when they cry…
Then I should be dead too. Them and their damn son with their damn life and they better be damn sorry when the find a damn body, damn dead.
Todd dropped to his knees. He felt the sick feeling of vomit, slowly rising, slowly letting him face the truth.
Neil is dead.
Neil would of loved this; the snow.
"I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way." Todd mumbled into his cloak.
I just don't want to let Neil leave here forever. I wish, I wish he could see my way.
Todd turned around. "We should go back. Neil wouldn't want us mourning, he'd say," Todd to a shaky breath, "he'd say, he just took the path less trodden on."