Jason stood beside the grave, the cold November wind whipping around him, clawing at his hair and jacket. "I don't understand." He said, voice breaking. "Why? Why didn't you say something?" Jason buried his face in his hands, sobs shaking his body. "I thought you were my friend."
Jason dressed and went through the motions of eating breakfast, talking to his parents about something trivial, he didn't even remember what. He walked to school, not wanting to face the others just yet. It hurt too much; the pain was too fresh to share even with his best friends. Like a zombie, he walked into the school, not noticing the whispers and stares of the other students.
The small piece of paper had been folded into the shape of a crane; he'd found it when he got his books from his locker. He knew immediately who it was from, only one person had the patience to create origami animals and only she would write him a note using neon blue ink. Jason carefully unfolded it and read the message.
I take a different path than you, my dearest friend.
I go on ahead, please don't cry for me.
It is for me to weep, we will not meet again.
You are not to blame; I yearn to be free.
I am weak, you must be strong.
This is how it must be.
Jase, you saved my life,
Now I take it back.
Please, forgive me.
Jason read the poem again, at last understanding what Jenna had been saying. She was saying goodbye. Jenna had never been much for sharing her feelings; you had to read between the lines.
"Hey Jason. What are you doing?"
Jason looked up to see Tommy. "Figuring out a puzzle." Jason folded the paper and tucked it into his pocket.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, Bro." Jason smiled, "I am now."
