I had to see him.

My parents moved to Denver a few months back, and Kyle has really been my only good friend. We lived in different places now, and I was finally going to see him.

He didn't know I was coming.

I thought it was best I didn't tell him. I wanted to see the excited look on his face when I got there. Kyle happy was one of those things that made me smile.

I was going to see him.

I sat behind the wheel of my car, my hands shaking with excitement. I couldn't wait to hold him in my arms and hug him like I'd never hugged someone before.

I was too anxious.

A few times during the ride, I'd almost completely slipped my hands off the wheel from my impatience overwhelming me. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself.

I found it nearly impossible.

I arrived at Kyle's house. I parked my car at the end of the neighborhood in my old house where Shelley now inhabited the place with her husband, Trent. She didn't mind that, because I'd be staying with them for the next few days.

I left my car there with the keys and everything inside, and began to run off down the neighborhood. The smile lingering on my face never left. I was too happy. I felt like I hadn't seen him in forever.

Upon my arrival, I didn't bother to knock, but instead, let myself barge right in to the unlocked house. I didn't even waste a second to stop and spare the Broflovskis a passing glance.

I knew Kyle was in his room alone.

I pushed through his door.

The sight that came into view made me die on the inside.

Kyle, in the middle of the room, hung from a whole he'd created in the ceiling. I drop to my knees and didn't take my eyes off the floating figure.

Kyle was gone. It looked recent too.

If I had come a few minutes earlier, he would have been okay.

Maybe I could have stopped him.

Kyle was gone. It felt like my fault.

My dad just had to hold me back to help him fix his car, didn't he?

If I'd ignored him and drove a little faster, he'd still be here.

Kyle was gone.

As many times as I said that to myself, I couldn't let it sink in.

The thought killed me.

Why was he gone?

I looked to the ground to see a note, dormant on the ground.

I picked it up and read silently to myself.

You left me.

It was like you didn't care.

You let your family take you there.

You left me.

I couldn't live any longer without you.

It's something I just cannot do.

I loved you.

Though you never seemed to notice at all.

You left me and to my knees I did fall.

I loved you.

Now I will never know.

If you to loved me so.

Oh God.

He was really gone.

I ignored the face full of tears I getting and stood on my feet.

Kyle would know soon enough how I felt.

I lied down on his bed and pulled the pillow over my face.

I didn't care to take a breath.

I held it, until I suffocated to death.

I couldn't take another second away from him.

I have no idea why I wrote this. I felt like being incredibly sappy. It makes no sense at all, I know. I seriously don't know what came over me.