Cry sat with his head in his hands, shaking from the new he had just heard. His best friend...his dorky little Swede...was gone. He would never see Pewdie's face again. Never here his sweet-as-caramel voice. Never see his bright eyes, or golden locks. Cry couldn't even begin to imagine Pewdie's prefect face - pale, and emotionless - lying in a coffin buried six feet beneath the ground. Cry trembled, not being able to contain himself anymore. He screamed into his pillow, sobbing uncontrollably until he had no tears left. He couldn't live anymore. The truth was, Cry had fallen for Pewdie. He'd fallen hard. Cry had loved Pewdie since the first day that they met.
But Pewdie was gone. Never coming back... No more Co-Op's With Cry, no more cracking jokes, no more laughing until we cry... nothing. Cry stood, running to his bathroom and staring at the reflection in the mirror. Crystalline blue eyes glared angrily back at him. "How could you?" Cry hissed. "How could you let him do that? How could you not see the signs? You let him slip right through your fingers." He sobbed. "How could you!?" He yelled. Cry hadn't seen the signs. The Swede masked his feelings with a smile, cracking jokes like any other normal day.
With tears streaming down his face, he opened the medicine cabinet. He wiped the tears from his eyes and dumped handful after handful of random pills into his open mouth. He felt so empty, knowing that Pewdie was gone forever. He swallowed the pills with one painful gulp, dropping down to his knees and leaning his back against the bathroom wall. He shut his eyes, not opening them for a long time. Cry had thought an OD would be the least painful way out...and he was right. His body was numb...but it wasn't a painful numb. It was a warm and comforting tingle that spread through out his body.
Cry's vision began to blur, his breathing slow. "Pewdie I love you." Were the last words that escaped his lips.
He broke.