As Courtney ran away, Clay smiled. This felt like some sort of comeuppance for what she had done to Hannah. Some way to make her feel a fraction of the emotional pain she and the others had beset upon his friend. Feeling overcome with loss and grief, he turned and faced the grave, dropping to his knees to touch the makeshift headstone. He cursed, wishing he would look back, and see Hannah, alive and well. Deep down, he still thought, that if he woke up, he would see Hannah at school and everything would be okay. He had begun to cry when his eyes caught another tombstone a few feet in the distance behind hannah. Jeff Atkins, it read, Beloved son, 2000-2017. Jeff. Jeff. How could he have forgotten? Clay stumbled closer to Jeff's final resting place, his friend so close to him yet entirely unattainable. Jeff, I'm sorry. I'm sorry you died, he thought. I shouldn't have let you go. You were drunk and stupid and you were-so stupid! Why did you have to do something like that?! How could you think that was a good idea? You- you did one stupid thing, and now-and now you're dead. Dead. Dead like Hannah. All because of one stupid thing. Oh Jeff, why? Clay stared at the headstone, tears pouring down his cheeks as he was faced with one of his greatest friends. I ASKED if you were drunk, and you said no. Just asking somebody else for a ride would have saved your life. Did you see your parents?! They're ruined, they're a mess, and all cause you had to make one stupid decision. Did you see me? He sat back, his head leaning against the grave. He seldom had nightmares anymore about finding Jeff, but it still haunted him. The worst thing was that it was all just so senseless. If he had simply not driven that night while drunk Jeff would be alive, simple as that. And Clay had let him leave. His heart choked whenever he thought of he would never see him alive again, even for a moment. No matter how hard he wished, he would never ever have a new memory with Jeff. The worst thing was that he'd begun to forget about what Jeff's voice sounded like. As he tried to conjure up the sound in his memory, it was fuzzy and somewhat evaded him, causing him pain of an entirely new calibre. Jeff's face was still clear, embedded in his thoughts as clearly as the sun shone through the clouds. Jeff's social media was still up, and sometimes, when he was really tired, Clay would check it expecting to see a new post, and then reality would hit him like a truck, and he'd be left breathless from the impact. He couldn't stop thinking about it and yet he'd already forgotten too much. In his lustre to find reasons for Hannah's unbearable death he'd completely forgotten about losing his best friend. Jeff, I'm really sorry. I totally forgot you and I can't take that back, I can't take any of it back. I'm so sorry for being mad at you, I love you, and I miss you so much. I'll always miss you. Suddenly, he began to feel inexplicably lighter. Sensing his time was up, Clay leaned forward and placed one fluttering kiss on Jeff's grave, feeling his heart break a last time. This was goodbye. He got up and began walking away, feeling the pain of losing them both begin to lessen as he came to terms with it. They were dead, and to keep thinking about the dead and what could've been was enough to make anyone downright suicidal.