If Only He Knew
I sat there, frozen. Nothing moved, nothing spoke, nothing breathed. His eyes were lifeless. Everything was in slow motion. I felt like vomiting. It wasn't right. It couldn't end like this. The tears sprung in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. My hand brushed over his pale face. I flicked my hair out of my eyes and lay down over his body and gave it one final kiss.
Phil, why? was my only thought. I couldn't bear to look back as I walked out of the room. As I stepped onto the hard floor of the hall, I saw a message on the opposite wall.
Dan, nothing means more to me than you, and if I can't have you, I can't live.
I broke down and fell to the floor. It was my fault. He killed himself because of me. I didn't know he loved me back. If only he had known. If only he was alive, I could tell him. No thoughts were clear and I stumbled to the kitchen. I opened the draw and shook as I picked up a knife. I placed it on my wrist and cried before sliding it across. My breath was ragged and my vision was fading. Nothing in the world meant more to me than Phil. He should've known. I should've told him. The knife fell out of my hand and crashed to the floor. My eyes closed as one final tear slid down my cheeks as my lips formed the last thing they ever would.
I love you Phil
A.N: My first story on here. It's short, but I hope you liked it. Please review, I take criticism very seriously. Kay bai guys.
