They arrived in Winchester at 3:30 in the afternoon. B sat calmly in the car, clutching his hands together. B got out of the car and slowly walked to his room. He went to A's side and rummaged through his drawers. He found a piece of paper with A's handwriting on it. 'Look at me. Can you tell the smile I'm showing is fake? Can you tell I'm really suffering inside? I just don't want to BE anymore. I just want to die. Set me on fire, cut me, drown me, hell abandon me for all I care. Anything is better than this. Do you see my tears? What are they for? Love, hate, regret, pain? Does it matter? Do you care enough to know? These questions I ask, they're unimportant to you. Isn't that right? Why do I continue with this if nothing is going to change? I'm living, slowly dying. Does that matter in the slightest to you? Oh, it doesn't? That's a shame. You might have been the one to save me.' B stared at the paper for maybe minutes, or hours. "I never knew...A felt this way." There was a knock on the door. B looked up, his hair falling in his eyes. "L..." "I didn't know where you had gone, so I went to look for you. Why are you here?" "Just...living in old memories." "What's that note?" B put it in his pocket. "Nothing. Just some trash." "B...Alright, don't be long." "Okay." B continued searching through A's drawers, eventually finding a note addressed to him. B: If you've found this then I've killed myself. I'm terribly sorry you had to find out the way you did. I want to know I loved you very much. Please don't hold on to any memories of me. Goodbye. -A. B read it over four times before shoving it in his other pocket. "Dammit, A. Why did you do this to me?" B pounded his fist in the wall. "HEY! Quiet down!" A boy slightly shorter than B with sandy brown hair and bright green eyes stomped in the room. "B! What the hell are you doing here?" "C...I came back for A's funeral." "Oh right. Dude killed himself. You know, you never shoulda left. A got really depressed after you were gone." "What?" "Yeah, like even more than usual. He started cutting himself again and all that shit you made him stop doing." "So, what you're saying is if I hadn't left, A would still be alive?" "Probably. He woulda told you about thinking about suicide and all. Then you would be all 'No, A! You can't!' and then you coulda lived all happily ever after or whatever." "Thanks for over explaining it..." "No prob. Anyway, wanna hang out?" "C, my best friend just died and you wanna hang out?" "Yeah, man. It'll be fun." "No thanks." "But there's no one else here!" "C! Seriously, just...stop." "Fine, ya big prissy drama queen." C walked away, leaving B to think about what he had done.
All his fault, all his fault, ALL HIS FAULT. B couldn't get it out of his head. He had left to become successful and A got so depressed without him that it drove him to kill himself. What an awful person he was. How much worse can he get? B stood next to L in the dining room, thinking all this to himself. "B? Are you okay?" "Fine, L." But he most certainly wasn't fine. "Umm...L? Can I go lay down? My head hurts." "Sure, go ahead." "Thanks." B ran upstairs to his room and flung himself on A's bed, the thoughts swirling around and around. "All my fault..."
A/N: Oh, how long has it been? This was a longer chapter to those that have been waiting around. The way I see things, I plan to end this in the next few chapters. I'm working on a lot of fics right now and I have a serious case of writers block. That means I'm gonna try and finish everything I have to do as quickly as possible. Not smart. Alright, please R&R! ^.^