Today is my brother's death anniversary. And Why by Rascal Flatts reflects my feelings toward it.

And in honor of my brother, I wrote this.

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RIP Mikie.

Why? The one word you've been screaming in your mind as soon as you got the news. She didn't tell anyone about her plans.

Was it a last minute thing? Life must've been so dark for her that she didn't see you by her side. If you would've known... You would have helped, you knew you would.

"Nate, do you wanna share?" You look up and around at the small cemetery in her hometown. There was a crowd, a big one. Immediately, Caitlyn's voice comes into your head. "One day, Nate, one day.. I'll draw a big crowd." Your eyes start to swell up with unshed tears.

"No, no." You don't think she'd want you to sob in front of everyone. Why? The word is swirling around your head. Was she really that unhappy? You gulp down another sob and sigh as Mitchie breaks down in the middle of her speech.

Could you have done anything? Was it because of you? Now it's becoming even more hard to stop the tears. "And she was telling that she was depressed but I thought she'd get over it and-and-" Mitchie started to sob while your jaw dropped.

Caitlyn confessed to Mitchie and not you? You had no clue she had a troubled soul. You could've helped her.

For god's sakes, you would've stopped her. And the most heart breaking thing about all of this is...

She left when you were about to confess your love for her. In the middle of a song...

Now in your mind she's frozen as your little tomboy, running the bases when you two played baseball. She always won.

Sometimes she scored 20 and you scored nothing. "Nate, everyone's leaving." You look at your brother and her 'big brother', tears in your eyes. "I'm gonna stay for a little bit." You only whisper and he nods. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.

Then you remember when she had her first concert as a singer/dancer. She was so nervous. But she took the stage, shining like a sun.

Now no one's around and her grave smells of fresh grass. You kneel down, tears still coming down your face like they have been since this morning.

"Caitlyn.." You whisper, lightly touching her picture. It was taken only two days ago. Now her smile didn't look so real. It didn't reach her gray eyes and the look in them said 'Help me'. If only he wasn't so stupid.

Sniffling, you get up. Looking around, you take in the scenery. The oak trees are swaying, leaves already falling off. The breeze screams 'Autumn is coming!' and the trees howl that as the branches shake.

The sun is about to set but it shines on your face and you can't help but smile as your tangled thoughts dissolve away when hummingbirds start to sing. This world wasn't as bad as he thought. If only someone told Caitlyn that.

One question burned in your mind. Who told her that suicide was the right answer? They lied.

And now she was gone. And now you couldn't hold her anymore. And now you wouldn't be able to kiss her.

Sure, you'll find someone else... someday. But you still cry every once in a while.

Because she left in the middle of the song.

Her song.

Her beautiful song.