"Hey Ray." Kyrie says, as I walk through the door. I give him a small smile. "Damn… you look old."

"Hey!" I say loudly, crossing my arms. "I'm only twenty one."

"Swear? How long have I been out?"

"Three years, Kyrie."

"Woooah." He breathes out, looking around. "Damn, that's a long time."

"Yeah. I've missed you." I say, grabbing his hand.

"Tsk, you had Riley." I inhale looking away and letting go of his hand. He didn't seem to notice because he continued. "Speaking of that nigga, he not here now? When he coming to see me?" Without a word, I open my purse, pulling out the stack of envelopes. Thirty six. Three years worth. "What's this?"

"Read them." I say, placing them on his lap. I watch as he opens the first one. He reads in silence, a frown on his face.

"Riley in prison? When he coming out?"

"Read, Kyrie." I say.

"We gon visit him after this right?"

"Kyrie." I mutter, looking around.

"Imma take that as a yes. Remember you promised me." I look down, closing my eyes tightly to stop any tears. He continues to read, getting to the thirty second before saying something. "Man, Riley so depressing man. We gotta see this nigga."

"Ky-"

"Yeah, I know, I know. Read. I'm almost done." He continues, a slow frown forming on his face as he gets to the last one. "Hold up. What? 'I'm sorry I care for you and your sister a lot... once I met you two, everything I did was for you guys, I love y'all… I'm sorry bro, I just can't hurt… your… sister anymore… She's working herself to death… I can't see her like that… I think… I'm done?' What's he talking about, Ray?" Kyrie asks, looking at me. I look up at him, tears falling from my eyes.

"Kyrie-"

"Rayen, what is this nigga saying? He sound stupid as hell, and you the only one who can understand him when he say shit like this."

"Kyrie, he…" I take a shaky breath and swallow. "He uhm, killed himself."

We sit in silence. "You are not funny. You bring me some clothes, because we need to go-"

"Kyrie, I'm not playing." I cry out, the tears falling faster. I pull the letter I got from the officer three weeks ago out of my purse. "He…" I wipe my face, trying my hardest to stay composed.

"Ray, please." Kyrie says, his voice broken. "Please don't tell me that. I don't wanna hear it. I just woke up. Please Rayen, please." I could hear the tears in his voice and I couldn't take it. I cover my face, trying to keep my sobs to a minimum. I could hear his silent cries.

"He's so fucking stupid!" Kyrie shouts. "That nigga always thinking he doing something right, but he really fucking up! How stupid is he! I hate that nigga! I hate Riley! I can't fucking stand that nigga! He's so selfish!"

I don't respond, keeping my eyes closed. "Why did he do this to us Ray?" Kyrie cries out. "Why would he do us like this? Why are we always getting left?"

I close my eyes, my hands shaking in front of me and silent tears pouring from my eyes. I was such a mess. I cried day and night and I couldn't stop.

"Uhm, Riley was my ni- best friend." I hear Kyrie say. "I was in a coma, so I didn't get to say goodbye or anything. Uhm… He helped me a lot. He was like my older brother. I knew that he cared for me and my sister a lot. Uhm, he was my role model. It was crazy how much I looked up to him. And he treated my sister right. You could see it in his eyes, he uhm…" Kyrie's voice cracks a bit, and he clears his throat. "That he loved her. And I knew that she loved him too. They were gonna get married, but…" He clears his throat once more. "He passed on. And it kills me. To know he's in that casket. I…" A tear falls from Kyrie's eye and he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but I'm done." Without another word, he walks off the podium and to his seat. I close my eyes and wipe my face, slowly getting up.

I walk to the podium, taking deep and calming breaths. "I'm Rayen, Kyrie's sister and Riley's girlfriend." I say, my voice slightly trembling. "Riley was my soul mate. There was no doubt about it. Once we got together, I could feel it. I thought we were going to go far, but God had other plans. And, I can accept that, it's just… really really hard." I say, tears welling up in my eyes. "I love Riley, so much. He was my everything. He kept me going on and I can't…" I let out a shaky breath, tears falling from my eyes. "I don't want to live without him. I love him so much. I will miss him so much." I say, closing my eyes. I wipe my face. "Thank you."

Riley wrote me the most beautiful letter before he passed.

'Dear Mrs. Rayen Denise Freeman, my beautiful wife.

You know I love you, right? Like, I love you so much it's crazy. No other girl can compare to you. I want you to stop working so hard. Don't buy me anything else. Don't do anything else for me. You do enough by just blessing me with your beauty everyday. I'm sorry I was such a burden baby. From the very beginning of our journey together, I was pestering you. When we first met, I remember thinking 'Damn, if I could get with her, I swear I'd make her my wife.' I'm sorry we didn't get married. But you'll always be my wife. No matter whoever you move onto, I'll always think of you as my girl. I wonder if God has binoculars in Heaven cuz I'm gonna keep an eye on you and Ky, make sure you don't end up with some bum and Kyrie doesn't become some bum.

You deserve so much better than me. So I pray you move on after you get this. I don't want you stuck on me, you know? You're too beautiful to be stuck on a dead nigga like me. I'll be lonely up there, but I'm gonna be creepy and watch you for as long as you live. And when it comes your time to peacefully go and turn into a beautiful angel, imma be the first one to see you. I'm sorry it turned out like this. I couldn't watch you struggle for me anymore.

I love you baby.

-Riley Dominic Freeman, your sexy husband.'